Poems from hawwie13
Long limber legs
clumsy yet cultured-
diamond shaped face
both priceless and scarred-
bouncy brunette hair
too complicated in the mornings...
We are the ones
who are just faces in the crowd-
a blurred body in the backgound,
the girl sitting by herself on that old green couch...
Nothing has been the same since you came and
shook, shook, shook
my world last year with every
shake, shake, shake
of your hands on my...