once upon a time
i whispered sweet words on a page
-sticking to the ground,
because there it was safe
yet these emotions inside of me
ached to be spilled,
ripped from my body
and into the world
maybe love isn't magic.
cos that's in movies + books
it's warm till it's cold
it's stolen glances + looks
it's believing you're okay without him
until you stare into his eyes,
then you're feeling his heartbeat
and all doubts simply die
when his lips brush against yours
barely touching,, but a burning fire
you'll still feel butterflies in your stomach,
you'll know it's him. it's always been him.
YOU ARE READING
yours sincerely
Poesíathis is my story. to those who hold their heads high through everything; those who smile when they want to scream; those who keep their demons silent - and to those who reach for help. you are not invisible. it's okay to feel weak sometimes. it g...
