You are my love.
Gently your soft lips brush against mine,
It was a sign.
Your hands ran through my locks at the darkening hour,
Before things turned sour.
I remember how the sun rose the morning after,
And how the days were full of laughter.
I was set on the idea we were meant to be together
forever.
Ohh…. the regret.
I dare to remember your stare, our eyes meet and time would stand still.
Would Kill. For that. I miss the kiss. The simple touch of your lips.
Oh how I long for a time, before things turned sour.