A lifetime I have dreamed of those lips, perfectly shaped, I wonder how they tasted.
An eternity I wanted to feel your touch on my skin, feeling your finger tips tracing my curves.
Days I waited for you to speak my name, to see me.
Weeks I've seen how your smile brighten up the room.
Months I saw you walking past me, years I wanted our fingers to intertwine.
A lifetime I wished you to be mine.
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Poetry
PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
