The twitch of a smile at the corner of my lips as my fingers glide through the soft strands of your hair.
The way your eyes close when my nails graze the spot you like so much at the back of your head.
The instinct to move my hands to your cheeks and press my lips gently against yours overwhelming.
The pause of the crushing world, just for a moment to allow me complete bliss.
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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...
