You give me peace cloaked in chaos.
My emotions were something I could control, articulate, understand until you came along.
How can my skin burn yet be covered in goosebumps when my hands travel all over your body.
YOU ARE READING
'19' Last Days Of Being a Teenager |Memoir
Non-FictionNotes on Coming Of Age and stuff.
Daisy
You give me peace cloaked in chaos.
My emotions were something I could control, articulate, understand until you came along.
How can my skin burn yet be covered in goosebumps when my hands travel all over your body.