I wonder what it would feel like
To wake up next you
To watch your chest rise and fall
To watch your eyes dance behind your eye lids as you dream
To hold you
To be held by you
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With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
Would it feel right?
I wonder what it would feel like
To wake up next you
To watch your chest rise and fall
To watch your eyes dance behind your eye lids as you dream
To hold you
To be held by you
