I lay here
Swaddled in your breath
Serendipity
Our shadows playing on these walls
Providing a symphony just for me
Held close in a prism of the saints
Wrapped in your mercy
And suckling on your warmth emitting
You were my savior for a bliss moment
Rasasvada
A baptism of callused hands and rough fingerprints left on my skin
And everything seemed right
Except our heartbeats are out of sync
YOU ARE READING
I'm So Exhausted
Poetry#1 in poem #1 in poetrycollection #1 in vent #2 in memory this is just a compilation of my vent poetry-ish (that i can find) from 4th grade to whenever i stop this (I'm 18 now) Im not the best with words but i write in spouts of thoughts
