Maybe Next Time

You touched my blindfolded face
And I felt safe
You looked through the blindfolds
And opened my soul

But you still couldn`t see
What blinded your beautiful eyes?
We will never know
And the stories remain untold

You touched my heart of stone
And I felt weakened by your grace
Never have I felt that feeling
The cliché of a melting heart

But you didn`t feel anything but the cold
What corrupted your hands that night?
I am unable to find the reasons
And my heart still goes unopened

Hiding from the world it awaits the new you
And maybe there`ll be more than a touch next time

Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2007-10-11 at 21:04

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Christin Brennan
I felt that the because you avoided proper punctuation, it was, in this particular poem, a distraction. I believe it actually hindered the flow.

lynne cannon
this was worth reading good luck look farward to reading more