him and her
and i
his fingers braided into hers
coldness holding mine
kisses on her neck
i feel them on my lips
from meters apart
wishing i was him
her laugh
giving me strokes
chills
like lightning
sitting here
watching her
cuddle into him
wishing i was her
being embraced by love
and warmth
while the only Thing
touching me
is winter
on my Skin
and fear
in my heart
fear, of what i feel
fear, of what i think
fear, of what i want
fear, to confront
fear, to decide
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Little Poetry Notebook
PoesiaJust some poems i wrote for friends or just for myself. Nothing special, they're mostly not even about me, its just some stuff that was running through my mind and i thought it might would be cool to share with someone. hope its entertaining :))
