Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2016
hope you're listening right now
can barely hold my tongue
for the **** we do
could warm the sun
at night
twisted in a melting fall and
sleeping with the scratching claws
your words
let me know you're feeling me
and seeing all the things I see
hopeless romantic
Written by
hopeless romantic  24/Fayetteville, Arkansas
(24/Fayetteville, Arkansas)   
1.1k
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems