It's just us in the midst of this night.
Everywhere is quiet except here,
because of my heart, it's singing to you.
It all started in my toes when I looked at your rosy cheeks.
But the soft hum of my song began
when we entwined our fingers together for once
and when your ruby lips finally touched mine,
everyone could have heard the deafening music of my heart.
I sing for you, only for you. So
please don't let me sing this song alone.
YOU ARE READING
Ashes to ashes
PoetryA collection of short poems about being a teenager in the modern world, losing parts of yourself to others and loving some with every cell in your body, realizing that sometimes you change but that doesn't mean the world changes too.
