Your fingers in my hair at the nape of my neck.
My hand resting against your chest.
My leg wrapped around your hip.
The way your touch slows the entire world down.
"I wouldn't trade you for anything."
My eyes closing shut on their own accord.
My heart skipping a beat like it always does with you.
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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...
