19/09/2018
Those useless little things,
pulling me back to you.
It feels like my heart sings,
anytime I say 'I love you too.'
Thinking back at your voice,
wanting what we used to have back.
You'll always be my first choice,
wanting your lips on my neck.
Write my mind with your words,
paint me with your colours.
Feelings rushing through me in all sorts,
your voice sounding so sonorous.
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Writings
PoetryI fill in blank papers with my words. My thoughts and ideas work faster then my hand. Poetry and writings are written before I realise it. My hand and mind make up words. Enjoy those useless thoughts. Those spit out words. I love you 💓
