Sittin in this room, where our souls will meet our bodies
Just waiting now, is the minute hand even movin?
All I hear is silence, but your voice ripples through my mind
Promise to never give up, what we have is hard to find
One stroke of your skin, touch my heart cause the beat's gonna skip
I'm your fresh slate, mark me up, it wont be erased
Mind tortures me, telling me I didn't get to take you first
You tell me that it's okay, that I take away all their hurt
My angel with a halo, making sure those demons dont visit me much
Patiently waiting for August, my heart to smile with your touch
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Thoughts
PoetryRandom poetry from the back of my mind. I don't really follow any poetry rules or whatnot. I'm sorta just going to update whenever I have an idea going through my head
