Brown eyes
such a daredevil-crossing boundaries of my heart-
if there still are.
Kiss me gently, say that you love me-over and over again-
Hearing you revolts me
goosebumps chills up my spine...
freeing the thirst of being once again in your arms.
I am deceiving this heart,
portraying my reason like a picture in a wall
for loving you you always, carrying the solitude
and the eagerness to be hold, to be touch, to be caress
by your fresh hands.
Brown eyes
that carries the ground that "opens" in emptyness- for I am not near-
I am devotion of a dim sweet
of the long past that my feet has ran off
but in thirst who knows where I run to.
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