It was the summer of unprecedented, intangible things.
The summer I first felt the sun on my skin and didn’t burn
At the opportunity for warmth.
I don’t remember you noticing me
Looking at you
Like you held the answers to
The questions burning in my throat,
But you whisper to me
On a different sun-bathed afternoon in my bed
That you could tell
I wanted to know what holding your hand
Felt like,
And you are so soft in all the places that are unexpected and
Beautiful-
Your heart beating underneath skin that smells like
Sweetness.
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
