To have, to want
To have, what is not yours
To have, but not fully
I feel like I am reaching for you while you
reach for something, someone, anything else
I do not own you, nor do I wish to
I just want to feel, if I place my hand on your face you're not wishing it was someone else's
You mourn a distant city and your lost love
I too know of mourning
I end up feeling your pain and mourn our current romance
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC
To have, to want
To have, what is not yours
To have, but not fully
I feel like I am reaching for you while you
reach for something, someone, anything else
I do not own you, nor do I wish to
I just want to feel, if I place my hand on your face you're not wishing it was someone else's
You mourn a distant city and your lost love
I too know of mourning
I end up feeling your pain and mourn our current romance
A love poem to my lover, who craves his past lover.
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