by sophiasummerNorthland, New Zealand
Jan 2014 499 Views 0 comments
Footsteps
flicking slicing
I love to swipe
then rove my eye
who grabbed
the towel
but who are you again
a loud best howl
seep me through
laugh your way
haunts me
to try to stay
grab me
see me
of all that you see
I drink
for only free
running veins
of bad
a lock.
for a key
yet a quiet
pasture
of picnic
I taste
the sea
I love to swipe
then rove my eye
who grabbed
the towel
but who are you again
a loud best howl
seep me through
laugh your way
haunts me
to try to stay
grab me
see me
of all that you see
I drink
for only free
running veins
of bad
a lock.
for a key
yet a quiet
pasture
of picnic
I taste
the sea
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2014
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