That first kiss must have poisoned me
Because I swear sometimes I look
Into your eyes and I see stars
And sometimes I look at your skin
And I see gold in your veins
And sometimes when you hold my hand
I think I can see a future
Out ahead of us
How is it that you did this to me?
And you call it just a fling.
YOU ARE READING
hush (a collection of my poetry)
Poetrylet it be quiet if just for a moment. not silent just quiet. listen to your breathing and your heartbeat and the world outside the window close your eyes and take a breath. appreciate the puddles of silence as much as the street of sound. app...
