the feeling somewhere in between the pink lights
on your face; thinking you were gorgeous
but still afraid to say it out loud,
yet not
afraid to mouth it
against your neck.
YOU ARE READING
Rocket Fizz
PoesíaA collection of decidedly bad poems written by yours truly Surprisingly not really about space
Falling For You
the feeling somewhere in between the pink lights
on your face; thinking you were gorgeous
but still afraid to say it out loud,
yet not
afraid to mouth it
against your neck.
