What I can’t imagine is what it would be like to be with you alone
for just, say, one night?
and in holding your hand and taking a kiss from those talk filled lips (what would it be like)?
And just for a second you exist like the petrichor perfume that turns to window mist after a while of summer rain.
But beneath your dripping wet hair I lie still and stare up
to you and wonder why I can’t be there
So I wait in the square and write your name and say something like
I hope to see you again.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
What I can’t imagine is what it would be like to be with you alone
for just, say, one night?
and in holding your hand and taking a kiss from those talk filled lips (what would it be like)?
And just for a second you exist like the petrichor perfume that turns to window mist after a while of summer rain.
But beneath your dripping wet hair I lie still and stare up
to you and wonder why I can’t be there
So I wait in the square and write your name and say something like
I hope to see you again.