The pale of your skin,
Met my rose,
And my skin breathed
For the first time.
Your heart's voice melted,
In that touch,
And my heart wanted to beat for you,
For the first time.
Your eyes saw reflections of love,
In mine.
And my eyes knew they would wanna see you,
For ever like it was the first time.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...