It’s funny...
There are nights...
when the crickets sing and the breeze at night is warm..
I find myself craving you..
Your touch.
Your kiss, that stopped time.
Passion that engulfed my soul.
I miss a lie.
Because you were never real.
And neither was your love.
Sometimes I pretend you’re real.
Kissing me with such passion it lights me up like all the stars in the sky.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 11:23 PM UTC
It’s funny...
There are nights...
when the crickets sing and the breeze at night is warm..
I find myself craving you..
Your touch.
Your kiss, that stopped time.
Passion that engulfed my soul.
I miss a lie.
Because you were never real.
And neither was your love.
Sometimes I pretend you’re real.
Kissing me with such passion it lights me up like all the stars in the sky.
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