The way you say my name makes my heart skip beats.
I melt at your touch. My skin feels a spark every time.
How it is possible that you are able to make me weak in the knees and yet, despite it all you expect to believe that these feelings we are feeling are fake?
YOU ARE READING
Written in the Paper
PoetryA series of feelings and unspoken thoughts. All poems/paragraphs written by me, myself, and I. A chaos of feelings I can only express through words. Enjoy. #438 In Poetry [8/20/16] #260 In Poetry [8/22/16] #102 In Poetry [9/0...
