your kisses are different...
but im still stuck at the thought of you
the moments where I feel so completely alone
you slide across the room
and into my hands
we make things more beautiful
when
together
with my feelings spilling out onto the tips of your fingers as
they dance across
my open skin
its the only way
I fear
I can communicate to tell you
I need you to let my demons seep from the gaps you make on my body
I need you to heal me just as easy though
something you don't seem to do..
-D.M.
YOU ARE READING
happysadness :(:
Poetrya poem to capture every moment only thought of in my head..the ones i replay late at night, crying myself to bed. i figured i better write them somewhere... or they'll remain unknown once I'm dead..
