It doesn't stop when I beg. It loses me. The clock speeds up faster when I just need a solid piece of steadiness. And as I'm drowning in the waves of every emotion, I can't seem to find something sturdy to latch myself onto.
By Jenna Hawes6 years ago in Poets
Warm nights. The sky glowing with purples and blues. Soft fingers tracing down the curvature of my spine. All while embracing the way the sunlight touched your skin.