You feel it in your chest and stomach When things really hurt You feel it there too When anxiety threatens To swallow you whole Chew and spit you out Before repeating the cycle Let’s not forget the hunger Or the…
Tag: poem
…The eye contacts, the brush of our fingers, the thumping of my heart when I find myself staring at your lips, wondering how they’d feel against mine…and get caught in the act…
And we’ll always be here, waiting to tell your stories, Your humble wordsmiths
