my heart races and I can't escape it.
the vision in my mind, is yet to blur.
my hands start to tremble at your soft touch.
and something tells me, we were meant for each other.
YOU ARE READING
crossing bridges // poetry
Poetryreally short, random, grammatically incorrect, shit I've put together called poems. **TRIGGER WARNING** #21 in #freementalillness (11/29/18) #42 in #mentalproblems (11/18/18) #670 in #mental (11/22/18) #907 in #depressing (11/24/18)
