The empty room filled with dust had me caughing, I ran fingers over dusty furniture's that led me back to that time.
It seemed so unreal...the way we held out till dawn. Where the old bed-head stood was where we first made love...I saw u, you were right there.

Nights I use to ran off with you, to a sweet escape just to feel your warm embrace. We shared skittles and laughters, we never meant to scare our parents.
But the thought of getting lost with each other was fascinating.

I snapped back into the present by the scent of old cloth, they were covered in paint...we left our painted hands printed on white T-shirts.

I miss you so much it hurts. Don't wonder why I came back here to this old cabin. We made life easy here, how could I forget.

These lingering memories stayed with me,  we built this...this was where we had our first kiss.

S.B

Just thought I'd write you a poem about you,
You must know I love you,
I appreciate you,
Even though sometimes I find myself lacking time for you,
I must say you deserve a poem for you,
I'm sorry for those times;
When I run out of rhymes,
And drop my pen,
Because I feel like I'm too un inspired and my writing will be in vain,
You're my sweet escape,
From your grip,there's no escape,
Only you my dear,knows how I process my thoughts to pages,
Against your contagiousness,well I hold no grudges.
In a nutshell,I love you.