When he looked at me
My skin sparked with the brightest fire, as a blush crept onto my cheeks.
His eyes twinkled at the sight,
As his soft lips twisted into a smirk, sharper than glass
His gaze sliced right through me, chilling me to the bone.
And every wall I'd built to keep him out
Crumbled beneath my feet
YOU ARE READING
A collection of poems
PoetryIdeas spark in my head like vines and I have no control over them as they climb the infrastructure of my consciousness. A collection of poems I write in the middle of the night, or wake up out of a dead sleep to jot down
