I am yours and you are mine
We both know it
but we can't be sure
I never told you and you never told me
but just like that,
I am yours and you are mine
You are the skin behind the rip of my jeans,
those rips that I did myself
I'm not really even sure why.
Is it to expose you to the world
showing off that you're mine?
Or to let you breathe
for I fear that my jeans were too tight?
YOU ARE READING
The Unspoken
RandomMy own kind of "Excerpts from the book I'll never write" Just random "poetic" things that popped out of the blue and I think they need to be somewhere else than my, too chaotic mind. Warning though, most of this was created when I was not fine. ...
