Hi there! Please enjoy my latest little poem, inspired by this picture from Pixabay.
Your eyes are as blue as denim,
Workman’s clothes, the kind
In old, dusty films set under pale, hazy skies.
The kind that hides your secrets
And your lies under rolled up sleeves,
Ripped jeans, a fashion statement overdone,
Requiring patches. Your heart
Requires patches.
I would swim in your oceans
Of tears, and you
Would cry waterfalls. I
Would climb up your torrents
And dam your spring at its source –
But denim
Don’t dry so quick.
