I'd like to say that I'm okay
And I am
...sometimes
and I am
...rarely
And I am
...in a few moments
I'd like to cry a river
And let her creep into the oceans
But I've got nothing left to cry for...
I've got nothing else left
Would you cry for me instead?
YOU ARE READING
Your fingers that danced with the covenants of my sins
PoesiaAn array of poems about attraction. The longing for skin, and the lust it ignites. Though once that disintegrates what are we left with but insecurity and a golden rule "not to fall in love with the person from a one night stand" and where do relati...