your touch seemed
as magical as ever,
leaving trails of stardust
in its wake,
from the bottoms of your heels
to the tips of your fingers,
you were golden.
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the fear of being loved
Poetrya collection of poems about the ins and outs of loving yourself and someone else, sometimes at the same time. from my seven day writing challenge on my instagram.
your golden fingertips
your touch seemed
as magical as ever,
leaving trails of stardust
in its wake,
from the bottoms of your heels
to the tips of your fingers,
you were golden.
