I can still feel the warmth of your skin
And the weight of your arms around me.
I felt so safe, you bought the puzzle box,
Together we work on it,
And I finally realized
A piece of happiness found me.
Your scent clings to my sweater,
Like a heavy mist around me.
Enveloped in the air of you,
Breathless;
The heaviness of your breath against my neck,
The chill that crawls down my spine.
My lips find yours, because yours found mine.
This happiness is one thing,
I wouldn't ever leave behind.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
