Your love is a rose,
its thorn in my side.

Your kiss is silk rubbing against my skin,
dirty and torn along the side of the road.

Your touch is a warm summer day,
washed away with the rain.

Your voice is a fimiliar sound,
grown to the point of annoyance.

Your eyes are glass,
cutting into my arm.

But some how,
sand im not sure why,
pI still miss your eyes,
acing spaciiyour voice,
ng spacing your touch,
ng spacing your kiss,
ng spacing your love,
ng spacing and you.

By McConnerCloud

This is one of my few works, i wrote it about a past girl friend, I've been told that its good even by the past girl friend that it was about, i didn't think of it as much but i'm putting it here now on persistance of friends alone. Feels free to write me at [email protected] if you have any comments.