taken
Fair light across my face,
as my breath quickens, I pick up the pace.
They keep following even after I turn,
their eyes but a burn,
on my back as i fall into their grasp
👁 2💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.