Your touch,
Your kiss
So much
I miss.
My fuel,
Such bliss
Your rule
I miss.
You’re like the exhibitions,
At a show
“Look but don’t touch”..
Even if I reached out my hands..
I would not be able to feel,
To grasp
To hold
To keep
And why ?
I miss you
But I won’t say a thing.
But why ?
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
Your touch,
Your kiss
So much
I miss.
My fuel,
Such bliss
Your rule
I miss.
You’re like the exhibitions,
At a show
“Look but don’t touch”..
Even if I reached out my hands..
I would not be able to feel,
To grasp
To hold
To keep
And why ?
I miss you
But I won’t say a thing.
But why ?
