Writing poetry feels like putting my emotions out in the open and stripping my soul naked

I find my place
In between your arms
In between your tender kisses
And soft whispers of “you’re my everything”
I find my place
In between the warmth of your embrace
And the scent of your neck
And the fierceness of your touch
I find my place lost inside your soul

she tries to calm the storm within but she s a hurricane wrapped up with skin there's thunder crashing through her mind and her lightning looks

will leave

you

blind.

Oh I owe my bitten tongue to words kept within of which I'm afraid to speak.

My pen has yet to learn control, of what it writes born from my soul.

Onto paper emotions

flow, and still I wonder does she know.

"The stars in a heart seem to be a good start, of what I wish to say, just not today

Someday I might, but until then I'll continue to

Write.