I still can feel your warm lips on mine.
I can feel them on my neck and I can still feel the warmth of your body on top of mine. I can still feel the way your fingers were wrapped in mine... and then around my neck. I miss your touch.
But I know it's not there for I am growing colder and colder as each minute that you're gone passes.
I miss you already.
YOU ARE READING
Words n' shit
PuisiThis is a collection of stuff that I wrote. It's not that good. I'm not an experienced writer or poet but sometimes it helps me to write what I feel.
