You give me those late night butterflies.
Those wild ones that come alive deep into the night.
It feels like your lips are brushing across my stomach,
Their wings fluttering; They're moving fast and abrupt.
They escape my mouth and take the form of poetry.
That's when I know that I've fallen in way too deeply.
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
