*I think I'll forever long for your kiss like how the desert longs for rain.
And crave for your touch like how a wound demands pain.
I'll forever ache for your "I miss you", with the tumid wish for things to stay the same;
like how, from then, each and every "I
love you" would ache for your name.*
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
*I think I'll forever long for your kiss like how the desert longs for rain.
And crave for your touch like how a wound demands pain.
I'll forever ache for your "I miss you", with the tumid wish for things to stay the same;
like how, from then, each and every "I
love you" would ache for your name.*
