Words are failing but
There are other ways to speak
Your hands are gently trailing
Got me feeling weak
You got me under a spell
Cannot escape this
Beautiful and dreamy hell
You pull me into eternal bliss
YOU ARE READING
Musings of my Heart
Poetry[Highest Rank 4 as of July 17th 2017] Almost everyone has thoughts when they're unable to sleep at midnight. I just happen to pen them down. Follow me on Instagram for more:- @bleedingwordss
