Shaky hands.
Racing heart.
Chills running through the body.
Utter shock.
This is it.
This is what you do to me.
Paralyzed in love.
Hypnotized by your touch.
Drop everything;
Run.
When you call.
I'm here.
It's scary as hell.
I know.
But with fingers locked.
We're not alone.
Root ourselves together.
With the growing branches intertwined.
So lets steady our hands.
And slow our hearts.
Cause we're in this together.
And there's no way in hell,
I'm letting you go.
YOU ARE READING
That Poetry Book
PoetryThis book is a compilation of all original poetry written by me (unless otherwise stated). The poems inside range from love to nature to sports, and everything in between. I'm going to try to incorporate as many genres as possible. This is the firs...
