safefromtoomuchknowledge:

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth.
You can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out. 
And it’s not the best thing I’ve ever written, I’m still working on my rhythm. 
My tongue gets tied sometimes, my throat gets dry, my hands start trembling. 
Honestly, the only thing I’ve mastered is how to write a really good ending. 
But I’m getting pretty tired of finish lines.