Your eyes are the colour of water <br />but it is completely frozen over <br />and there is no way into your vision <br />unless I somehow warm you up first <br />Alas, that is something I can't do <br />unless you're willing to let yourself go <br />and press your body against my body <br />in hopes that the sparks will make a fire <br />So until our bones lie in the ground <br />I will have a fire inside of me <br />and it is burning like Andromeda <br />just because you aren't here for me <br />but I wonder, if you come around <br />will I want to burn for you much more?<br /><br />Erica Francis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blank-verse-1/
