There is something
About falling in love
With a beautiful mind
That makes me
crave their skin
As if it's gripping into
The back of his shoulders
Whilst my body is pressed
Beneath his is all
I've left to save me
From drowning
YOU ARE READING
The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
