Every time you touch me
I lose every train of thought
Breathing becomes difficult,
Like algebra two
I want to scream a thousand things from every mountain top
And say nothing at all
Kiss me
Hold me tight
We're touching and the electricity could light the earth
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Pretty Things, like the Moon and You (a stream of thought by a girl in love)
PoetryThis was supposed to be a poem But I can't write one, because there are no assortments of these 26 letters that showcase how I feel You are poetry in and of yourself And I swear I can feel words and metaphors Etched into every part of my skin you ha...
