my thoughts of you plagued me, the memory of your lips and the softness of your chest were rarely ever fleeting.
the small overtone of your tongue was simple, an imitation of your bliss embracing me in full and making me jump where no one should ever go.
your fingertips launch me into landing, an oblivion that sits on the crevices of my ribs, and nothing else matters.
it's a risk I would take over and over again.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
