your
hand
holds
mine
your
forehead
on
mine
we
are
glue
we
stick
And
don't
let
go
"Everything okay?" You ask
"Everything is perfect, Johnny."
YOU ARE READING
clasping roses {√}
Poetry❛❛no one was searching for what she was searching for..❜❜ From when I'm missing you. Dark thoughts take over. But when you leave. I have someone new. May 14 2017: Ranked 853 in poetry
