the ruffles of light pink, go across my cheek in slow motions. the heat burns the back of my neck and shoulders, the longer I stand out in the open rays of the sun. the numbing coldness in my fingers, gets distracted by the warmth of your hand. the dreary feeling, vanishes away with heartbeat that I can hear. the headache of overthinking, makes my head go overused.
every thought i've had in the last month, somehow leads me to you.
// m.m.
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PoetryPoetic Rant Book Series - #2 A collection of poetic like sentences and/or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended)
