Sleep | poetry

You fall asleep,

My hand to your cheek

At first it seems sweet

Then I think of blander motives

Am I interrupting your rest?

Is this just a unwillingness to move?

Then you pull my hand to your chest

Bringing it to rest, part of me on you

Where I should always have been,

And I remember what love feels like again.

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A New Autumn | Poetry

Today felt like a new

Autumn 

Brisk and intrigued

A crisp, fresh breeze

A whisper of

Winter in the air

That chill, the dew

Pursed on my lips

That promise of

Crunched leaves underfoot

Today felt like a new 

Autumn

An autumn with a new

Golden path to begin upon.

Work Out The Demons (InstaPoetry)

Excuse the typo on the second to last line! :/ – Mel x

The Last Page Is The Kindest | Typewriter Tales

20-09-2016

THE LAST PAGE IS THE KINDEST – THE TYPEWRITER TALES BY MELISSA HOLDEN