T

Dangling fingertips

Against lips

Taste of bitterness, rich
Sparks, opening stars

Falling pretty hard

Big, brown eyes
Perfect stretch
Two rose petal lips
I wish were mine
Oh, how I keen
Every single night
Breath cut off, paralyzed
Struggling, thoughts in my head
Some kind of rude creation
Banned,
Stranded,
Lost
Letters scripted,
Vertical line
Horizontal line rests on top
Zero

Upside down W

Buh bye T

I love you