and sometimes
when i get home,
i crawled up to my bed
unable to sleep,
frightened
from all the scratches under my bed.
When I couldn't sleep anymore,
i ducked under my covers
and those hands crawled to me
holds me,
pinch me,
cupped my face
where i couldn't
scream anymore.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
poems that tell stories
Poésie"Those crystal eyes are making me melt Unspoken words I couldn't spelt Seeing your eyes that shine so bright Made me believe in love at first sight." a collection of poems made by me. Copyright © 2015 by LetsLeaveThiisPlace
