P.L.T.B. Poetry #2

Sun

7-Themes.com

7-Themes.com

He kisses my skin
It feels warm, but it burns
My heart cannot hold this much heat
I have to let go before it kills me
Take a deep look and see
I can’t breathe, please
Sun, how much pain can you put me in?
Leave.

 

Waves

Leonid Afremov

Leonid Afremov

The waves come and go
They sound like a song
Sometimes I wonder if they know
That I’d give anything to let it flow
To let it flow like they do
To let it go like they do
To wave goodbye like they do

 

Touch

Shutterstock

Shutterstock

You see me wanting love
I feel your touch
I need you tracing my lines
I become yours
Your love is so pure
I see you wanting love
You feel my touch
You need me tracing your lines
You need my touch
My love is so pure
You become mine
We need each other’s touch
Our love is so pure
We become one

 

-P.L.T.B.