Oct 26, 2008 21:06
She kissed me as softly as the rustle of leaves
shuffling in the wind.
With a tenderness as deep
as the love of her kiss.
She had gentle, imperfection free skin,
beneath her unruly bangs, -
which were as free as her personality,
that took me like crushed paper in her hand.
She turned my personality sideways,
making it learn to ride the waves.
Bumping its way over the crests and swells,
until it lay panting in its rest.
Like a guitar of many years,
being held beneath the stars,
she resides in my chest,
a part of my personality,
never to part.
~On Taryn. Though second stanza to end influenced by Katie, particularly end of second stanza.
"that" =" which" seems to read better?