My feet are in the sand,
And I can't help but wiggle my toes.
The warm breeze blowing my hair,
My dress,
And smells like sweet, fresh salt.
I turn to see you standing there,
Watching me.
Only me.
I watch as you walk up to me,
Hold my hand in yours,
And kiss it.
I begin to feel heat rise up my neck,
And sink in my cheeks.
YOU ARE READING
The words I keep inside
PoetryFeelings from Me, You, Her, Him, we... Feelings that we feel, and are not seen... When our sun is covered, and we wish to die.... Something shines from another light... We look to the sky, and have little hope.... Then our sun shines again, with mor...
