All I'm thinking is back to
that night when I slept in his bed.
All I'm feeling is
his breathing around my neck.
All that I'm begging is another
morning with his kisses on my face.
All I'm needing is to repeat those
kinds of moments over and over again.
Every time with him is like daydreaming
because all is good, so special with plenty of happiness.
Since day one he caught all my attention,
I didn't even notice he became my everything.
He is a man with so much dimension,
if he ever leaves, my heart would be always missing something.
I wanna keep my way in his same direction
because my lips without his lips would be nothing
and every kiss that comes from him is just perfection
and the way he looks at me is so attaching.
All these feelings I have for him have no explanation.
I wasn't expecting him to be, but now he is my everything.
-Astelie
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No, la vie is not en rose.
PoesíaI'm not a professional writer, I am just someone who tries to express her feelings by writing her thoughts as a hobby. Please don't expect this to be perfect. Here I'm gonna be writing a little bit every time I can about things that happen around me...
