I'm running my fingers down your arm
Your fingers running up my chin
Dont breath
Dont
I did
You did
We brushed lips, hesitated, and jumped
This is wrong
I did you did
Your hands on my neck and one on my hips
Your hands
We cant do this
I did
You did.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
With Shaking Hands
PoesiaWith 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.
