Ah...
The touch of your hand on my cheeks while we kiss...
I don't remember it anymore.
Could be me not wanting to remember or could be my mind protecting myself from the feelings I might catch for the wrong person.
The fact is... I want to feel that touch again. And again. 'till I stop breathing.
STAI LEGGENDO
Feelings.
PoetryÈ un po' come il mio piccolo angolo di sfogo. I miei pensieri qui prendono una forma approssimativamente concreta.
