I reminisce, the love;
That was never really my own
The memories of the one
With whom I never roamed
Her arms around my neck,
And the sweet smell of her cologne
Her voice of love that fuels
The desire to be nevermore alone
Her warm breath against my face
That defrosts my heart that’s frozen
That one gentle kiss
To cherish till the day I’ll be gone
Her remembrance in the most adverse of times
Which gives me hopes and feels safe as home
How is it that I miss these things;
The ones that I never have known?
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
I reminisce, the love;
That was never really my own
The memories of the one
With whom I never roamed
Her arms around my neck,
And the sweet smell of her cologne
Her voice of love that fuels
The desire to be nevermore alone
Her warm breath against my face
That defrosts my heart that’s frozen
That one gentle kiss
To cherish till the day I’ll be gone
Her remembrance in the most adverse of times
Which gives me hopes and feels safe as home
How is it that I miss these things;
The ones that I never have known?
