Don't let me shutter from your grip.
Don't let me melt from your warmth.
Just let me feel how to be touched,
before the light take me back
YOU ARE READING
Her unknown letters
PoetryIn the midst of her saddest days, she didn't cry nor asked for help, she just let her words run through her veins, and paint the poetry she longs to say. My first poetry book.
Silhouette
Don't let me shutter from your grip.
Don't let me melt from your warmth.
Just let me feel how to be touched,
before the light take me back
