I will touch you,
when the hands of time will be echoing a melody of despair,
I will touch you,
like the morning breeze
that gently sits on the pine watching over my window,
I will touch you,
rest will have your shadow,
my embrace to be the sole owner of your warmth.
I will touch you ,
slowly, in the dark
of existence
I've been drowning in blindfolded.
I will touch you,
like waves do with shores,
overwhelmed by oblivious silence
of you and I, two worlds apart,
growing apart,
lost and unfound,
eternally untouched.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
I will touch you,
when the hands of time will be echoing a melody of despair,
I will touch you,
like the morning breeze
that gently sits on the pine watching over my window,
I will touch you,
rest will have your shadow,
my embrace to be the sole owner of your warmth.
I will touch you ,
slowly, in the dark
of existence
I've been drowning in blindfolded.
I will touch you,
like waves do with shores,
overwhelmed by oblivious silence
of you and I, two worlds apart,
growing apart,
lost and unfound,
eternally untouched.
