My bones have broken and bent far too much,
To not reach out and touch the curves of your body
The contours of your torso,
The dips created by your shallow breathes
Goosebumps, when you look into my eyes.
If I could tell her how much I worshipped her,
I wouldn't.
For the most divine beings, are hidden from the eye but close to the heart.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry is easier
Poesíathis is just something I've conjured up like any other writer, wether it be for entertainment, it aids you or brings to you a greater understanding. I put my emotions and thoughts into this, it's sort of like a weight is lifted of my shoulders when...
