You make me feel like my heart is not beating just for myself.
You give me purpose. A purpose that life had been readying me for. And I fell hopeless in your arms as the contradicting heft and lightweight of this purpose broke my legs, but also healed the scars on my soul.
YOU ARE READING
Her
PoetryIt's her. It can only be her. My desperation has struck new limits for this girl. There are a lot of odds against us. The undeniable attraction. The pain of not being able to touch one another. The scare of our future. And the uncertainty of whether...
