la la la
Down the meadow,dozing off
like a breeze drifting away clouds
for painting blue
i wonder, your eyelashes must had been this long
when you kissed..
with a iron veins,holding mine
your cushioned bosom,I could sob
everything that’s moving,dribble down my tears
your spiky hair, that’s actually soft
when on guard or in slumber
You make me hum la la la….
©September 2014 aleashaa