Looking up to blue eyes and blue skies
A clear day
Brushing my fears away
Like your fingertips through my hair
Until it's a fist
Dragging and pulling
Your eyes go dark and lightning strikes
YOU ARE READING
The Words I Never Had The Nerve To Say
PoetryThings that never made it past my teeth.
May 8, 2019
Looking up to blue eyes and blue skies
A clear day
Brushing my fears away
Like your fingertips through my hair
Until it's a fist
Dragging and pulling
Your eyes go dark and lightning strikes