Honestly
I miss it.
That feeling where your heart stops when they walk into the room.
That feeling where you feel warm in their embrace.
That feeling of giddy when they call you beautiful.
That indescribable feeling when you kiss.
I miss it.
But I'm afraid
I don't think I'll find another to experience this with.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
guns and bullets
PoesíaThe pen was the gun. Her words, the bullets. A collection of poetry I wrote when life happened.
