At the touch of his fingertips - her heart,
A mistaken identity - of a bird,
Unrolled its long feathers - apart,
Fluttered in a phase so fast - she heard
Striving to break free of the bars - the ribs,
Gentle words pat its head - bliss be,
Dreamt of flying above her chest - dipped wings,
So soft, she yearned silently - kiss me!
A/N: When your heart beats so fast with the gentle touch of him and his gentle words, that your heart thinks it's a bird that's trying to get out of it's cage, but for your heart it's the rib cage that's about to explode.
YOU ARE READING
𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 | Poetry
PoetryHighest ranks #1 Poetry (Feb, May 2024) #1 sadpoems (Feb2024) #2 darkpoems (May2024) #3 sonnet (Feb2024) Welcome to my world~ You are about to dive into a collection of my Soul Fragments I update whenever I get a new emotion <3
