Distant,
past the mirroring horizon,
there you lay,
calmly,
waiting for me.
I hope I don't take too long,
for I don't have forever.
Nor would I want you to wait,
eager to feel your hot skin reflecting the sun's rays.
Burning hot my blood boils for you.
I'll bury my hands beneath your skin,
to find your heart so cold,
but so beautiful and welcoming,
aren't you?
With no words but long history of how you came to be.
You know I'm lost,
with my constant thoughts of you,
I thought that I was just a single breath away,
but here I am,
again,
suffocating.
With.
Out.
You.
As there is the most gentlest touch, that can shatter the hardest of stones.
YOU ARE READING
Release
PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
