Ice cream dripping on to the tops of children's hands
Your love feels like summer break
Cheesy drive in movies buttered bagged pop corn
Your love feels like a classic 80s movie
Late night drives with the windows down and music so loud you can't hear the engine
Your love feels like freedom
YOU ARE READING
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.
