Hug me tighter
Hold me tighter
Scar my skin
And
Love me harder.
Whirling goes my thoughts
As you huddle in your mind
My arms try to wrap around you
But my warmth I cannot find
Sweeping up hatred
And collecting dust of you
I'm a Hurricane, love
Your pain is my fuel.
YOU ARE READING
Wanderers
Poetry" She was written poetry While He was just a draft Combined together They couldn't have made art For one didn't rhyme with the other And sadly Both weren't in sync together. " (This is the first official book I've posted on wattpad and intended to k...
