hello everyone ive started writting again trying to get some poetry together for a project please let me know what you think
ambra
BREATHLESS
a face comes to mind and i smile, the never ending urge to run my thumb across his bottum lip as he puts his hands through my hair, a memory the longing I feel is oh to real but where is he.
I feel him, I know he's near i know he's real for the way my heart pounds as his breath caresses my cheek. yet why does he leave, the fear of him not returning makes me ache, makes me scream, leaves me breathless.
