I can feel your heart beat on mine.
I can feel your chest rise and fall against mine.
I can hear your breathing near my ear.
I can hear the little noises of your dreams.
I can see your hands twitch.
I can see your eye lids flicker.
I love you, my beautiful baby sister.
I love you, little ginger baby sister.
I love you- more when you're quietly asleep than screaming your lungs off.
YOU ARE READING
A cry for help
PoetryJust a little poetry compilation in progress. ------••------ Trigger warning- Depression. Self harm. Suicide. Break ups. Alcohol. ------••------ All poems are my own. ------••------ The model in the photograph is Ash Bournes- the photo taken by...
