It starts with a simple flutter,
A little shiver of the fingers.
It slowly turns into incredible dreams,
Where everything seems,
So damn real.
Then I slowly lose my mind every night,
Just longing for your touch and bite.
From that faint flutter to a vicious hammer,
From those sweaty fingers
To an ocean of hopeless whispers.
And then I end up broken again,
That's how things happen.
That's how things will unfold,
It's just a story retold.
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...
