in my dream i kissed your temple
you kissed my spine
and told me everything will be just fine
in my dream i held your face
you held my hand
and led me to neverland
in my dream i build a clock
so i could count how long it lasts
'cause none of it is reality
and my self-loath always gets the best of me
got a birthmark on my back
in the shape of your lips
which burn right through my hips
YOU ARE READING
Raspberry Breath
PoetryA collection of poems I've written in the last few months, which brutally took my breath away. I was dying. I was dying until you breathed the life back into me and it tasted like raspberries.
