Ive been writing Poetry since the age of 13. Poetry has often been away for me to vent and express myself. Enjoy and please comment. |
Your hand rests on my leg.
Warmth so strong is...
Your hand rests on my leg.
Warmth so strong is...
Innocent Kisses
Coated in, covered in nervousness...
Lights Flicker.
Your nervous heart begins to race...
Trances of no perception.
Dances of imperfection...
Swallow down the poisoned loneliness.
Sip it slowly...