Hold my hand,
And lift me into the skies.
Baby, you’re my everything.
Giving my tummy butterflies.
Together we can be
Defying these laws of gravity.
Flying so much higher.
Forever and ever, you and me.
YOU ARE READING
The Ghosts of my past.
PoetryLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.