But its just me and you and you are perfect!
I am scared of the feeling and sleepless because its convenient
it awakens all the senses I want buried,
buried and now they are haunting me like ghosts pushing me,
making me run run back to you.
this are the same ghosts that buried me in the first place.
the same ghost I chased and they never chose me,
now that they have chosen me I don't know what to do I am not ready to be buried again, its painful,
it doesn't feel good.
It makes me miss the air around you and all I want is to breathe you,
Its almost 12 0'clock and I will choose you tomorrow,
Maybe.
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Author:
Familypet (
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- Published: April 14th, 2022 19:07
- Category: Love
- Views: 20
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