Poems from firework96
The key to mystery is balance;
Though, I suppose, it doesn't really matter if you're not trying.
Sometimes the silence doesn't hang quite...
When we’re kissing, don’t worry about your chapped lips.Focus instead on the way my fingers feel in your hairAnd the pounding of my heart...
Your honeysuckle tongue has all the backlash of a whip,
and I’ve been trying to hold your hand but your words leave whelps on my skin.
I...
Perhaps one of the reasons
I like Halloween so much is because
I feel more at home.
I can portray how I feel on the outside,
Painting a...
Don't kiss me-
There's still blood in my mouth from the last battle.
You know, I've never actually left that field. A part
of me is still...