Your hand in mine is warm; it chases away the cold in my veins,
Like winter, suddenly forming into summer, it’s beautiful.
The smell of the season lingers
And you carry the promise of a better future;
The silence is unbearable.
“Talk,” I tell myself and I try
But
Then your eyes reside to mine, your head dipped slightly
You look at me from beneath those dark lashes,
And oh, God, my breath catches and I need to hear those words from your lips:
“I love you.”
It comes in a whisper and I cannot help but watch as your mouth
Forms the words, breathing them alive
And
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m leaning in,
Closer and closer and closer.
Inspired by Sam Roth and Grace Brisbane in the Wolves Of Mercy Falls quadology, written by Maggie Stiefvater
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Poetry*CONTINUOUS* Although I have no stories published on here yet, I write poetry too. I'm a better writer, I think, but sometimes I get ideas and poetry is an easier, more short-term solution to get those ideas out so I started poetry. I will add more...
