I look at my hands
And think of your face,
How many times you let
My fingertips memorize
Every detail of it.
Your lips, blood-warm,
Whisper-thin, I'd kill just to
Taste those words escaping,
Ticklish to my ears but to
My heart, a burning heat.
Our nose touching tips
As we come closer in a
Distance of a kiss but
Only the air we breath
Collide in this proximity.
The wrinkles by your eyes
As you smile and how
Our caramel gaze mirror
Each other, we seem lost
In a fraction of eternity.
And the scattered freckles
On your cheeks are dead stars,
A galaxy, yet illuminates
Beauty on your face,
My universe.
But when I stop thinking
And look at my hands,
I see a memory long gone,
Dust trails of our cosmos
As it slowly disperse.
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Mosaic Heart
Poesía"Unbroken but crystallized Into a million pieces - Behold! My heart." These are the pieces assembling my mosaic heart - some in the shape of sharp betrayal and jagged hopelessness; some in the shade of crimson lies and deep blue loneliness. They're...
