Sitting on steps

I wonder for a while,
if you are sitting on your bed,
breathing heavily,
eyes closed, pulling back memories
like the tides,
just like I am

I see you speak, trace your pen marks,
and wonder if I'll miss you.
It'd be like wanting for the moon,
lonely and pale.

You explain life to me,
and keep my paralyzed by your stories,
told by quick lips

Laying here, making dreams about you
I feel my body freeze
and then burn

 

Frank Lambert
You've got a very easy writing style that I really enjoy reading. Lots of stuff to like in this particular verse - trace your pen marks for instance. The whole verse leaves many questions and answers a few too.

Ben Gieske
A very vivid scene with strong emotions well expressed.