His hand lays in mine
My breathes becoming heavy.
The screen plays
But the focus is on our skin
How it vibrates and buzzed
With the tension thats rests
Between our touching shoulders.
Can you feel it to?
Do you hear the sound of my heart?
My eyes flutter shyly to yours
And your eyes arent even looking
At me.
So did you even notice...
How much you meaned to me...
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
