Discovering myself all over again.
I see you in my life's color scheme And in the empty space next to me. Where are the icicles your eyes gleam? Where are you to set me free?
By Emily Hornsby5 years ago in Poets
Your tempting warmth draws me near. When you wrap your arms around my hips, It seems the world becomes unclear. I'd stay lost if it weren't for your lips.
Your lips call to me without words, Just how ironic that is. Something that has the power to set free birds Or utter poetry rich in 'thou' and 'tis'
Gravel roads that wind around This new place I have found The smell of these sweet pines It wraps around like vicious vines
There are whispers that follow me everywhere I go, They call me a sinner. But when I went to search for redemption, It was all a lie.
Her life was like a tragic play Slow, painful, deep decay Stuck in tomorrow, in yesterday Unable to tell each day from day
For so long in my life, I was Blue. Each drudging step I took, a gloomy cloud followed. I thought it was normal; I never knew.
