The touch of your hands are quite soft,
This air keeps feeling like I'm in a loft.
You are sliding hands through my hair
And I can't help but stare:
Gazing fiercely at your chest where I quietly rest.
Going up, going down
Breathing in and then out.
I force myself to go blank,
Nothing to think about.
But I still hear it:
Your heart keeps pounding against my ears.
That's something I keep hounding,
A place where I forget all my fears.
Counting the seconds as times passes by
Because I wanna go there.
Feeling it again on my hair while I silently rest.
Your scent is invading that air,
And I'm falling for it like a lunatic,
Desiring it at every hour.
It's even better than a flower
Because it never tastes sour.
- 18/11/2021
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My Heart Is A Poem
PoesiaThis book is a collection of all my poems written in English. Each one is different in their own way and I hope you enjoy them even more as I do. [ENGLISH] [Plagiarism is a crime.] [Poems by RyumBunnee] [Cover by RyumBunnee]
