(or I am Going to Miss this Feeling)
Of holding hands in an attempt to say,
"I like you"
Or
"It's okay if you want to hold me. I won't protest to that idea. But if not at least let me feel a small part of you."
Or
"I love this song and I don't know how to tell you how much I love it aside from screaming every word and holding you in an attempt to connect you to my pounding heart."
Of every muscle in my body aching but still wanting to dance.
Of wearing a dress in public and letting the sun caress my face as the wind picks up my skirts.
Of running my fingers down your arms and to the tips of your fingers. Pressing ever so slightly as to feel for the music through your hands.
These are just a few of the feelings I felt in a short period of time. A day's worth of genuine smiles, stumbling feet, and aching sides from laughing too hard.
These are the feelings I am going to miss.
Because I am not sure if I'll ever feel them again;
with you.
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Fragmentation
PoésieFragmentation// the process or state of breaking or being broken into small or separate parts. ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× It's hard for me to complete my poems. And I finally decided to share some of my poetry with strangers. These...
