#9 Hesitation Mark

For so many times, I’ve been hesitating to touch the paper with the ink of my pen, Like you hesitated to touch my skin with the tip of your fingers

But when they finally did, not even hell could stop what they do.

And I don’t want them to, either

Cause if my skin was the paper, I’d be begging for you to write your poetry on me.

 

—F. S

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s