Friday, 25 March 2016

Poetry for thought

Title: Travel

When we travel,
You and me,
It seems like time travel.

One moment you are here,
With me, in my arms,
And the other you are dreaming of running away.

I run my fingers on your skin,
And you're falling asleep,
But to you my fingers could just be the breeze.

When we kiss, I am losing my mind,
With your heart beat in my mouth,
You don't know how much this means to me.

When we travel,
We are not together,
You are there and I am here.

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