you're under my fingerstips
warm, soft, soothing-
gone
only seconds
and you escape my touch
it's cold without you
you're playing games
coming closer (once more)
you take my hand
and for a full minute
i can feel you being mine
until
you slip away
again
and again
until
i realise
you never were
anything close
to being mine
22.05.22
22:52
DU LIEST GERADE
beautiful mess
Poetry[warning] contains pieces of myself bad poems, thoughts, stuff to think about, quotes, random stuff, just a way to express myself to be clear: some things i write may be taken out of my life but definitely not all are. i take inspiration from everyw...
