These notes
Come alive under your fingers
Drifting sweetly up into the air
Slender fingers
With violet nails
Shined freshly by the overhead light
And I fall in a trance
A zombie to your music
An addict to you.
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoesieJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
