It’s the feeling of your arm As it slowly loses sensation And drifts into pricks and pins of sleep It’s the feeling of awe
By Kymberlay Avocado6 years ago in Poets
I missed 11:11 again I used to wish When it actually mattered Now I’m just some past fad that you loved once Thrown in the back of your closet with a thought
I am met with a tidal wave of words You do not stop in your onslaught Of negative commentaries I will never be enough to please you
North. Earth. Your body. Your sacred space. My feet. First caressed by loving parents Tickled and teased. Kissed by loving lips