if i ever saw an angel
it was whilst laying in your arms
to be touched by angel
with your lips pressed onto mine
our bare skin once connecting
a 'sin' that felt so pure
with my legs wrapped around you
soft moans you would produce
to hear those sounds once more time
like heaven is on earth
YOU ARE READING
broken pieces
Poetrya book of poems // individual shards of glass that attempt to piece together my broken soul // TRIGGER WARNING : will probably mention suicide, self-harm, sexual assult, rape, etc. // not all are personal experiences but some are
