your name fits perfect upon rose colored lips resting there like baited breath shimmering like morning dew exhale your sound sun shines down and you are evaporation fading in and fading out of atmosphere to precipitation... to fall upon deaf ears
08/04/2002
Posted on 08/04/2002Copyright © 2023 Britt Zimmerman
awesome, i especially like the first stanza, and how it seems to come full circle with the last two lines. just awesome poem
