your face touched my face
your hands slide down my waist
and lines never looked so blurred
and my heart won't stop beating
my eyes are on the ceiling
your voices have slowed to slurs
YOU ARE READING
Ouch: i'm still not over you
Poesíapoetry about heartbreak, betrayal, and disappointment.
the ceiling
your face touched my face
your hands slide down my waist
and lines never looked so blurred
and my heart won't stop beating
my eyes are on the ceiling
your voices have slowed to slurs
