I was laying next to you caressing your chin
One by one my fingertips outlined your lips
I was close enough that I could connect mine to yours
I felt the pace of each breath you took
The pace of your heart beat
I never knew how much someone could fall in love with these types of patterns
G.Z Mélancolie
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3 am thoughts.
PoetryA collection of thoughts , poems and quotes from a girl who writes at 3 am
