My Poems

I don't have a title because I write poetry not titles

A silent dance of skin and tears

The soft sound of your breathless words

Your past isn't what makes you

But you hold on to it

Everyone else's flew out the window

I handed you a piece of me to hold on to

When those terrors haunt your sleeping figure

Just know that I'll always be at your side

Whether night or day

I will never ever

Think of going astray

When your needing love or comfort.

....Inspired by a book I read "The art of seducing my older brother" by NoPressureJustBoxers.

So u should follow and read her books.

Because it will make me happy!

And you care right?

Right!