I remember two
A.m. darkness, when you would
play my heartstrings
As you'd strum across
My ribcage, tuning out the
World around us- we
Could only hear
Heart beats against chests and
The sound of deep breaths
Before lips would meet
And create a song of the things
We physically could
Not verbalize; some
Songs are only felt, not sung.
In between the sheets,
I could feel every
Note you spoke in the way
You kissed me to sleep.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
I remember two
A.m. darkness, when you would
play my heartstrings
As you'd strum across
My ribcage, tuning out the
World around us- we
Could only hear
Heart beats against chests and
The sound of deep breaths
Before lips would meet
And create a song of the things
We physically could
Not verbalize; some
Songs are only felt, not sung.
In between the sheets,
I could feel every
Note you spoke in the way
You kissed me to sleep.
I have a predilection to write poems concerning feelings and sleepovers. Enjoy
