When we hold hands, I can feel your pulse beating against mine
And it's racing
YOU ARE READING
Pretty Things, like the Moon and You (a stream of thought by a girl in love)
PuisiThis 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...
and it's racing
When we hold hands, I can feel your pulse beating against mine
And it's racing
