Poems from lizaguirre
WHEN YOUR SKIN TOUCHES MINE I FEEL LIKE AN ENTIRE
OCEAN HAS BEEN RELEASED FROM MY VEINS.
BUT I STILL CAN'T FUCKING BREATHE.
What is normal?
Normal is the feel of my lover's skin on mine.
It is the way her hair feels in the crevice of my fingers.
Normal is the...
We never kissed.
He was a pure blue sky while I was a confused sunstorm.
It may sound cheesy but he was the Sun to my Earth and his...
I sit with him as he tells me of home.
Of the chaos
of the beauty,
of the strife,
of the culture.
They say that all is fair in love and...
She writes sonnets with her kiss,
Shakespeare doesn't compare to her lips.
Beautiful love poems erupt from the warmth of her breath, ...