Being followed for miles by the words you speak, avoiding the chill that's sent down my spine as you utter every single phrase with a distinct tone that only your lips could construct. Stopping in my own tracks by sound of your laughter. Falling down to earth's crust again and again tripping over your honesty and trust. And no matter how far I run, how long I hide, or how hard I grasp my chest the pattern of my pounding heart doesn't falter unless your love makes it skip a beat.
YOU ARE READING
Ūnspøkėn Wørds
PoesíaCover by: @xHazelWilde A Collection of Stories Unknown to human kind, Or to thought. Pages of Life teachings that was supposed to be given but never was. ~WEEKLY UPDATES~
