I touch her skin with a delicacy that's only in place for her.
I glide my fingers across her skin for fear that I'll shatter her like a glass falling into a stone floor breaking into shards that damage everything to the touch.
I hold my breath as unspoken words drift through the air.
A delicacy that is God like.
You were Queen in your past life.
But to me you are always a Queen in fact
You are my world
YOU ARE READING
Everything I left unsaid | Poetry |
PoesíaIn life, I am someone who afraid of talking to people right then and there. They scare me because I don't know how they will react with what I will say. Yet writing them down on a computer is easier because i don't have to look at their reaction to...
