And I remember the first time we spoke. We were strangers then, naive of what was to come.
And I remember the first time we held hands. To keep you from crying, it broke my heart to see you like that.
And I remember the first time we kissed, how you were still shy then. I didnt know what I was doing, all I knew was that I wanted to get close to you.
And I never want to forget your taste on my tounge or your breath in my veins.
I never want to forget how feel this way, please let me bottle it up to sip for the rest of my life.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Aesthete
PoetryHere I churn out my guts for everyone's pleasure, trying to make pain tangible. Trying to make feelings comprehensible. Trying to be somthing.
