Tip toeing on your feet
Surrendering to you completely
I flutter like the butterflies in my stomach.
You're holding me and I feel safe
Enough to follow you to the moon and back
To the tune of the crickets in our yard.
YOU ARE READING
When angels fall
PoetryA book of thoughts, pains and joys, served cold. No sugar to sweeten it up. i'm but a throbbing cluster of pain waiting longing to be released into nothingness
