Wynter Grace’s Song
Their kisses haunt me
Their touch drives me
The goosebumps riding me are evident long before my skin begins to crawl
Yet and still, I crave touch
Sometimes I feel I’m at the brink of my sanity
Craving normalcy has left me battered and worn
Every man preaches his differences
Every man tells me he is the answer
Yet every man leaves me longing
I’m weary of words
I’m immune to the bloom of hope
A summer baby whose drawn to winter’s light
*an original piece created by Savannah Sunrise on 6/14/26…Not to be removed from this site