With my cheek pressed
against his chest,
the sound of his heartbeat
playing like a melody
in my ears, it's hard to
understand why it has
to end.
- E.A
Just a few bits and pieces of poetry I've written over the years. |On-going| More
With my cheek pressed
against his chest,
the sound of his heartbeat
playing like a melody
in my ears, it's hard to
understand why it has
to end.
- E.A