December 2022
As my finger tips run along the length of your cheek,
I can't help but wish my mind wasn't so dark.
The way our eyes never stop locking,
As we talk the entire night away.
The smile spreading across your face,
As I attempt to find the things you like.
Giggling as we run our fingers along each other sides,
In a battle to see who is the most ticklish one.
My heart does a little skip,
Hoping the distance doesn't eat this all away.
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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...
