My eyes needs to see you when I wake up,
my bruises need your healings,
my cold thoughts need your warmth,
my body needs your touch,
my lips needs your warm peck,
my hands needs your hands to hold,
my fingertips needs your small curly hair to play with.
I need you so bad
but my bad,
you don't need me,
oh baby
YOU ARE READING
The Revival [Poetry] [Completed]
PoesiACCOMPLISHMENTS -> Winner of 'The Fiction Awards 2020' for the category 'Best Emerging Talent'. PUBLISHED ON -> 2 March 2019 BOOK STATUS -> Completed ¶¶Away, beyond all the concepts of wrong doing and right doing, there's a sacred field only meant f...