BRANDED

dramatic skin im ironed in , a mountain smothered by the wind , a thirst for quality crumbs of your perfume and knowledge, fills my brain with a deeper feeling coming too soon , I need your breath to breathe action into my words , I hang on every thought as my pen moves with your ever winding curve , im probably not the person you truly deserve , but seconds , minutes , hours , days , weeks , and years ill tell the story how you changed my life or enriched it ,ill forever sink into your floetry , now my poetry has its own life , a wife who gave me everlasting time , without time to build a connection I yield