There are so many poems trapped in the back of my mind.
Kiss my forehead and my cheek and my neck and hold me tight.
Make me smile.
Make me laugh.
Make me speak.
And stand back while the poems are freed with such passion.
YOU ARE READING
Into your veins
Random"I'm a disease." He whispered into her neck, "don't let me into your veins, pretty girl." But she never listened. "I'm a sinking ship." She whispered on his lips, "don't let me bring you down." But he never listened. "I need you inside my veins" s...
