Beautiful girl with kind eyes;
When the time comes to move on;
She will not hesitate nor blame;
Instead she will feel the pain,
of late night kisses;
of lips once filled with love ;
She will remember how your love,
Gave her everything she wished for;
She will remember your touch,
Just like moon light touching,
her soul from the window;
She'll remember your favorite music,your books;
Your morning coffee,Those sleepless,
Nights when your body found peace next to her...

©desireddreamer

Your kiss was,
A gentle breeze;
Freezing flames of,
Her memories;
Her treachery...

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I know she is not real,
Yet,I write for her;
She is a figment of my imagination,
One of my creation; And
Somewhere,Deep inside my mind,
Lies a canvas filled with her art;  ​
A art,yet to be complete,
Where My words work like colors,
My pen acts as a brush;And
With each word I add;
She becomes real,
more and more real; And
When I will see her in real,
I will devote all this to her;
For she was the one who,
Inspired me in the first place...

©desireddreamer

Strangers with memories,
that's all we are.
Like two seashells on a beach,
drifted apart by waves of time.
going our separate ways,
Strangers with memories,
that's all we'll ever be.

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It was your words
I missed the most,
mesmerizing and delight
in early September morning,
spilling from fragrant,
pink petals like dew
in late summer,
every conversation
an undreamt dream
warm and wonderful.

©desireddreamer