your touch
always brings me
back to earth
no matter
how far my head
is in the clouds
YOU ARE READING
waking
Poetry„this month has felt like waking up after a long sleep. a sleep full of nightmares full of waking in tears full of sleeping in with even more running down my face i woke the sun finally began to welcome me in my home im not tired i don't want to...
touch
your touch
always brings me
back to earth
no matter
how far my head
is in the clouds
