I keep our memories between those
unfinished conversations that has lost
The hope that they will ever be finished.
Those longing hugs that not made to
meet your arms.
I have a dream every night,
Where you hold me tight.
I trace my hand across your skin,
Feels your every scar and every breaks
To find the tenderness of your poetries
And you look at me with an intense gaze
Like sun slowly crawls over my skin.
When every morning sun left the blanket of
My skin it feels like your gaze burnt the half
Of me in your strange love from that I could
hard to resist.
Every night when you come in my...