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I can feel them on my skin.
I feel their electricity, so powerfully pleasing, pulling me in.
Every glance, makes my stomach dance.
The longer it lingers, I ache for her fingers laced between mine.
Because,
it's only in those moments
that things seem fine.
 Sep 2015 Tori Higginson
Ana
crave
 Sep 2015 Tori Higginson
Ana
i crave your skin; your touch
i crave your hands
your smile
your eyes and how they crinkle when you laugh
i crave the me i am when i'm with you
i crave your lips; how they'd feel on mine
i crave your affection
i crave for you
and that's all i can do
crave

                                                                 r.n
I want to be buried six feet under but I also want to be buried in your arms
I don't know what to say or do.
The desperation is growing stronger.
And I am not ready.

What do I look after?
It's all dark.
Worse thing it may be
The lights are on.

I want to breathe.
I want to laugh.
I want to sing.
I want to dance.

Where is it?
My happily ever after

What is it?
My passion unfound

Why?
Why?
And when?

The wait is eating me up
Bit by bit, like acid on skin

Hurry, my love. Hurry.

Time is faster than you.
Stronger than you.

Isolate me.
But don't.
Worse it may be.
I am surrounded by family.

I crave a deep sleep
Let me rest my hopes

Maybe when I wake up
I'll not exist here anymore

— The End —