Bookworm girl 5/5 (1)

there’s something about that girl with her knees drawn to her chest 

fully engulfed in another world 

I’m burning hot, a beat of courage lighting in my chest

leaps and turns overtake me as I dance for the book worm girl

I move like a flame trapped on the wick of a candle my mother lit late at night



suddenly I’m nearly in her lap

our eyes lock, her lips merely inches from mine 

I inhale her exhales, sharing every part of us

unpure thoughts burn me like fire

“never stop moving.”

her words like a novel 

they grace me taking in every possible meaning

then shes went 

leaving me wanting a sequel 


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