Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2015
I remember the feeling of your lips tickling my cheeks
It made me smile and turn bright red
I remember your warmth turning my cold blue hands warm
you hold on tight so I won't run
I remember the scent of your hair drifting into me
your smell so additive, it makes me stay
even when
I want to leave
Written by
TT  20/F/Netherlands
(20/F/Netherlands)   
386
   Sophia Edens and unknown
Please log in to view and add comments on poems