I wonder what it would be like
to sift my hands
through your chocolate-brown hair,
to rest my head
on your shoulder,
to feel your heart beating
in your ribcage like a hungry beast.
To hold your clammy hands
in my ice-cold ones,
to stroke your soft face
and gaze into your eyes,
to kiss your lips
even in the rain.
I wonder what it would be like
to be yours,
and I always wonder if
you question the same.
6.10.2023
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pieces of me: poems
PoetryTo the girl twenty-four hours ago, crying into her pillow and questioning what comes next, you'll be okay. "pieces of me" is a collection of thoughts that make up who I am, inspired by either fictional or real emotions and experiences. Through poetr...
