you make me feel small
like the stars that are lost
in the sky.
i wanna lose myself in you.
i like when your mouth breathes
a new life into me
and my dead heart skips
a beat.
maybe it is your life i am living
because mine is a clenched jaw and
balled fists and
legs that never stop moving
even when i lie still.
but you drown out the voices
with your gentle fingers
and big arms
and my body
takes the shape of you.
hold me
because you feel
like sunshine on my face
and butterflies on my fingertips
and all the things
that are wild and free
that are trapped in my soul.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven2 days ago in Fiction
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