I feel my heartbeat
In the thrum of your fingertips
Against my chin
I feel my ascending breath
In the brush of your lips
Drawing things out of me
It's hope, that you will love me.
It's worse, when I don't know what to say
It's an end, of some sort, of an hopeless kingdom of uncertainty
And it's a start
just one of the countless
to come.
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 10:07 AM UTC
I feel my heartbeat
In the thrum of your fingertips
Against my chin
I feel my ascending breath
In the brush of your lips
Drawing things out of me
It's hope, that you will love me.
It's worse, when I don't know what to say
It's an end, of some sort, of an hopeless kingdom of uncertainty
And it's a start
just one of the countless
to come.