vanilla lingers on lips where yours press to mine
let's pretend to feel something so we pass the time
your hand on my cheek as mine rests in blonde hair
our shirts on the floor cause' your boyfriend's not there
neither so much as wish to be kissing each other
pretending that I'm your soon-to-be-ex lover
you fear the ending I've already been dealt
so I'll pull you closer until our lips melt
YOU ARE READING
Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
