Eyes closed,
Soft flutters.
Soft breaths,
Endless dreams.
Endless hours,
Less worries.
Less movement,
More staring.
More longing,
Fingers twitching.
Fingers reaching,
Almost there.
Almost on your cheeks,
Ready for you.
Ready for your touch
But— realization hits.
Realization says,
How pathetic
...
You're no good for her.
YOU ARE READING
Everyone
PoetryThis book is a compilation of monthly poems, which will tackle mostly about the lives & personalities of different people. Whether my words or my characters are real or not, I believe this is worth sharing.
