I feel like we're going to fast.
Slow down please.
I want to savor.
This brief happiness.
Before it
Dissipates
Into the smoke.
I can't think.
You have this affect.
As you touch my skin,
It burns.
It melts.
My heart beats at
Heartbreaking speed.
But don't go to fast
Or to slow.
Savor.
But don't forget.
YOU ARE READING
My Little Poetry Book
PoetryHey guys, this if just a book of some of my poems. some of them are triggering because I'm a really fucked up person. haha... So don't say I didn't warn you...
