slipping through my fingers
The feeling so lingers
Try to hide the pain
Slowly going insane
Waiting for the end
Done playing pretend.
kissing his lips
Hands on my hips
Moving more away
This is why I lay
Wanting more
The feeling in my core
Skin-to-skin
Again, Begin.
Where are you?
In the walls? Under the floor?
Me he calls, behind the door.
Stepping forward, over the edge
Light as a bird, close to the ledge Creaking, crying and crimson.
I know you're there-
In the dark, damp lair.
Hiding, thinking, and wondering
Wouldn't you come out?
Taking a step forward,
Light as a bird.
YOU ARE READING
Quotes and Poetry
PoetryThe poetry is my own, but the quotes are from books that I love and have influenced my life.
