It meanders
in us
like a melody
of wishes,
suspended softly
between our desire -
pulsing
beneath the skin,
wishing
it was ours to have
like gifts
in someone elses past,
for hope
we never had,
dreams
we never held,
seeming
to believe in love.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
