Yet another night of antsiness
I close my eyes, not to sleep
but to wonder whether you experience the same thing as me.
If you think about me as I do you
picturing scenarios like I do
retrograding to mundane tendencies
whether you picture me when you're...
if you pick your cell and try to contact me
how many times you do it
if you're eagerly awaiting our reunion
whether this distance hurts you as much as it hurts me.
YOU ARE READING
Flames Of Love
PoëziePoetic journal of all that would have been and all that has been. A glimmer of my soul and what it says for that special someone. Cover made by @ شاء
