When I close my eyes,
I can still feel your fingertips running across my spine. The smile gracing my face as I watch yours. The moment your eyes meet mine and that small twitch of a smile on your lips.
I can still feel the way my heart warmed as I reminded myself to be present. The affection you were giving me, beyond appreciated and adored. The way I never wanted the moment to end, as if freezing time could be possible.
I can still feel your presence beside me. The moment lingering, both not wanting the time to continue passing. The hints of possibilities, futures, ideas, flowing between us.
I dread the moment I have to open them.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
