Jealous For Non-Living
I’m jealous when a rain pat your hair.
I hate it when a mug can kiss your lips.
I’m mad too, to that phone that was holding by your hand that should be holding the hand of mine.
This is all metaphor, how can I hate something that is part of your life forever? I’m just upset because I can’t do that for you, for the meantime. Coz I live far away.
Just wait for my warmth.
Your body will be guarded.
Your mind will be clouded.
And your heart will be full.
The moment I will lay my fingers on that delicate skin, I won’t let you go.
