i hear music when i am with you,
an orchestra of sound;
the violins use my heartstrings,
i feel the drums in my ears,
the flutes catch every breath in my throat,
your fingertips play the piano on my skin
tell me if this is love
YOU ARE READING
broken bones
Poetrybecause, i think, we're all just a little broken. poetry #44 - 03/21/16 gorgeous cover by @mountainy
