These Threads
The thinnest threads,
Forming one gorgeous being lying next to me.
Tying tighter,
Melding as one like our entangled legs.
Conjoining at all of the ends,
Knotting together like the fingers on our hands.
We’re weaving the story of our lives,
Frayed threads indicating our lies.
Strong and dark,
Knitting the colors in your eyes.
We’re left with no disguise.
And now we lay here,
Watching the sun rise.
I’m begging you,
Don’t go wasting my time.
These threads are wearing thin,
Baby please, be mine.
Forming one gorgeous being lying next to me.
Tying tighter,
Melding as one like our entangled legs.
Conjoining at all of the ends,
Knotting together like the fingers on our hands.
We’re weaving the story of our lives,
Frayed threads indicating our lies.
Strong and dark,
Knitting the colors in your eyes.
We’re left with no disguise.
And now we lay here,
Watching the sun rise.
I’m begging you,
Don’t go wasting my time.
These threads are wearing thin,
Baby please, be mine.
Labels: love poetry
posted by marza | 7:06 PM
2 Comments:
Hey Ali, this is a great poem. Very visual and your adjectives really bring out what you want to say. Good job.
Good post.
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