For Me, 4B
Strike the match
Stop the scene
Breathy overwhelmingly
Barely seventeen
I make my rounds
Tease my face
Low rise over thin lace
Feelings fly from fingertips
Desperate to swing
Mouth on my ear so tender
Sleep before you dream
Bells toll in my chest
Choose quickly then correct
Hush my dear as you lie awake
No secret be revealed
The magic lives inside of you
Awaiting when you’re healed