you are across the deep blue ocean,
over six thousand kilometres away,
waiting until we meet again,
eight hundred and thirty-six days.
will you wait?
i can only pray,
that when we unite,
you’ll want me to stay.
‘age’. okay.
does it truly matter to you?
don’t listen to their opinions,
you know we’ll get through.
ten lonesome days
since i last kissed your lips,
drooling and craving,
pulling me in by the hips.
the smell of sweet cigarettes,
placing my hair behind my ear,
soft kisses down the neck,
where do we go from here?
only in my dreams,
all of this is true,
eight hundred and thirty-six days,
until i can be with you.