You are not happy
I can see it
I can read it
It's in your eyes
They don't look
At him the same
He looks away
You look away
You both stay
Your not happy
I know this
You told me
You stay there
Where you are
Not wanting
To be anywhere
Else except there
You know I care
I want you to be
Happy
Tickled pink
Whatever that means
You would be on the
Cover of my
Magazine
Every month
Not just one
I would speak to you
With passion
Unfelt before
Sewing words
Where your heart
He tore
Mending
Sending
Long-winding
Conversations
About nothing
Blowing my heart
Into your ear
With thy breathe
Brought forth
By thine warm lips
Creating ripples
Under your skin
A good
Good
Good
Vibration
You laugh
I smile
You smile
I laugh
I haven't even
Touched you yet
Yet you claim
I tickle you
Pink

There go those amazing wrinkles again!!!

Tickle her pink and make her the happiest woman in the world!!

awesome d

A different write for you....I really like it sweet J ....nice job.....

Wow, how numerous the leaves of such colour that fill your tree of poetry. I liked it alot.

Aww great flow loved it.