Could I let myself fall in your arms, so easily, so gently, so dangerously close?
What if I did, what if I reached too far, what if I touched that fire.
Could I ever go back?
I am in reverse.
Tag: poetry
Stained
Those eyes
My Always
Some days
I burn for the person I need to be
yearn for the things I am yet to see
and all I can do is nurture the seeds
till one day my real life can begin
my future, my dreams
my Always.
Your call
Your Blue
Grey days
