11:19 pm
my fingers trace
the labyrinth that is your veins
to the pulse of
your gently beating heart
perhaps it's only the music
that our pulses beat in union to
but tonight
i'm in love with you all over again
YOU ARE READING
thinking in verse
Poetryeveryday thoughts turned into poetry (photo creds : https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0e/d7/81/0ed781f7602d4f81a5bf161c321179c0.jpg )