By touching your hands
My thoughts run wild
Beyond the border I've made
Between me and love
By staring at your eyes
Feels like I'm stargazing
They were brighter than the Sirius
Deeper than the Pacific
By kissing you
Feeling your lips
They were soft, clouds
Sweeter than all the candies
Its not the butterflies
Nor the feelings
Tell me I'm in love
But the pain
When you left me
After I let you in
And cross the border I've set.
0523 - 22/12
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One Light Away (SHORT POEMS)
PoetryFunny how you're dead and people start listening. Does that mean I have to die for people to notice my existance? But that would be ironic isn't it ? The death of me is the existance of me.
