Little WingShe's walking through the clouds.
The fog hangs so thick and low tonight.
That look in her eye tells me
she has a thousand thoughts
but she's focused on me.
Butterfly clip holding up her long brown hair
And zebra print high heels
open toe, crimson nails.
Moon beams seem to find only her
through the fog.
The smile on her face erases my sadness
I reach to touch her cheek but stop.
"It's alright" she says.
"Take anything you want from me."
But how can i?
The only thing I want is everything.
markusoreallyus 31-35, M 1 Response 1 Aug 11, 2011