Your breath like an ocean
against my cheek;
I find I’m nostalgic
for a life that wasn’t mine.
I’m brought back to the moment
when my head touches your chest;
now I’m only nostalgic for
the moments passing by.
– K. Dawn, 2019.
Your breath like an ocean
against my cheek;
I find I’m nostalgic
for a life that wasn’t mine.
I’m brought back to the moment
when my head touches your chest;
now I’m only nostalgic for
the moments passing by.
– K. Dawn, 2019.