sometimes when my mind lingers
i remember
how inside your arms felt like home.
i feel your hands on my skin
and i hear your heartbeat
through the soft shirt on your chest
as i rest my head.
i still shed tears over memories of us
YOU ARE READING
You hold my heart (still)
Poetryour little mythology A collection of short poems and prose I've been working on these for the last two years, and finally felt good enough to collect, rewrite and edit it, so here we go. I'm finally done. And moved on. New chapter coming.
