To my knees ,,,

Smile turning to a laugh , we knew it made no sense .
Nonsense is best , when you have the rest making up for it .
When that laugh turns to a stare.
A stare so fair , you wear it so well .
Resting upon your lips breathing and beating .
The feeling seethes and leaves,
Dazed and gazing and it's piercing,
You bring me to my knees.


I'll come back to this