I must hold my hands at bay
To keep them from touching your face
Running my fingers through your hair
Wrapping my arms to your back
I must keep my eyes focused ahead
To hold them for watching your hands
Staring into your eyes too long
Running them over your lips
Your beautifully intoxicating smell drowns me
The air in your lungs is in mine it gives me life
Your gorgeous voice is the music to my soul
The song in your heart harmonizes with mine
Touching your face
Running my fingers through your hair
Wrapping my arms to your back
Watching your hands
Staring into your eyes too long
Running them over your lips
Drowning in your scent
Harmonizing with the beat of your heart
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
