I count the specks of dust in your eyes as you fall asleep
When it feels like the world is hugging us so tight our limbs might break and I keep you close to my heart so you can hear it beating and you know I'm still living even though I've been dead for all these years.
YOU ARE READING
Deadly - Poetry
Poesie/Feel free to kill me anytime. Isn't that what you were made for?/
