You grip my hips as if you're afraid of heights.
You don't know it, but you breathe me back to life.
Your hands slide around, and it feels like you're igniting fireworks;
Flying all around, dying for it to burst.
I try to act so nonchalant,
But I scream in preparation for an explosion.
Put your hands on my hips,
Let's light up the sky like New Year's Eve.
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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...
