PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Words that flow out from you,

are bitter sweet.

They always seem to stick like glue,

pinning me under your feet.

Soft echoes from birds in the trees,

in nature's bliss.

It's euphoric sound brings me to my knees,

like when your words kiss.

But when they turn. 

to red eyes.

They Pierce and burn,

I realize.

I'm not home. 

*S*