Poem: Brainwashed by his firmness thinking of its softness -Peculiar Jowonlo

Sitting by the rail
the winds blow my face
the cold shrinking my body
thinking about what will be
for me and him
what life foretold for us
rushing through ...

rushing through my brain
how i'd feel in his arms
thinking of his cold lips
against mine
oh what a memory
this is
brainwashed by his firmness
thinking of its softness
wat will life be
for me and him

By: Peculiar Juwonlo

Comments

Archive

Contact Form

Send