I miss the feeling of your warmth against my chilled skin.
My lips are yearning for the sensation you give me.
I want you to hold me in your arms So I can rest my head on your chest,
And listen to your heartbeat and feel safe once again.
YOU ARE READING
crossing bridges // poetry
Poetryreally short, random, grammatically incorrect, shit I've put together called poems. **TRIGGER WARNING** #21 in #freementalillness (11/29/18) #42 in #mentalproblems (11/18/18) #670 in #mental (11/22/18) #907 in #depressing (11/24/18)
