I want to go back to the night we hung out.
Sitting in the backseat of your car,
While silence filled the air.
Your lips attached to mine,
My hands traveling to your hair.
I wish we could stay like this forever,
But you make my world spin even faster.
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)
