I used to think about you.
It's been fifteen years since I last saw you.
We were young, full of ideas and innocence.
I missed you more than life.

A cold wind blew on my face.
I wished I could have you in my embrace.
I tried to find you as you were lingering on my dreams.

My heart feels like it's getting burst down in my chest.
Drown in the loneliness as I longed for you.
Maybe, I'm just waiting for you in my entire life.
If the time passed quickly, I forgot how to count it.

If love can age, maybe I could tell how much I love you all these years.

The night is cool and dark, but the moon shines above.
I want to reverse this curse, as he caught my attention.
We stare at each other's eyes, and I want to write his thoughts in verses.

I kissed him and devoured his sweet and soft lips, to feel his flawless and slim body, to touch down the sensitivity hiding between his legs.
I sat on the top of his lap as I pressed my whole body against him.

I tapped his head for it to fit on my raw tiny circle.
I want him on my knees and diving in.
As I realized he only loved me in this entire world.
But love won't keep me living.

Like a rose with a fiery lust, I was thorned and my blood suddenly rushed. It was forbidden, yet I was captivated by its beauty that brought me to the grave. As I knew that loving you was a sin, but I won't pull out these thorns until it leaves marks on my skin, the same as how painful our love is, yet I can't escape this toxic affinity.

It is hard to let go of something that is special to you.

It is something important, so you have to hold it whatever happens. However, no matter how many times you do your best to handle it, the time comes, and you need to let go.