i wonder what it would be like
to wake up safe in your arms
or be able to drag my fingertip along your jaw
on a crowded train, with everyone watching
to hold you close under the light of street lamps
at four am in the morning, on a winter's day
i wonder what it would be like
to love you; to entwine your soul with mine
and to not wonder hopelessly again
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...
