there are still
the traces of you on my skin,
haunting and breathing.
no, you didn't just touch me,
your hands,
your warmth,
it all sank deep
into my bones.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
there are still
the traces of you on my skin,
haunting and breathing.
no, you didn't just touch me,
your hands,
your warmth,
it all sank deep
into my bones.
