when I close my eyes,
I see your figure
wrapped in soul dipped skins
you look like with you,
there is an eternity
it makes me want to live
in your bones,
breath you like
it's my way of being alive
and there'll be us even
in solitude,
even in silence,
I shut my mouth
and speak to you
in million ways
YOU ARE READING
You remain dear, inside
Poetrywords are never enough to convey something too soulful. I will forever be a poet to unfulfilled promises, to unrhymed metaphors, to something so beautiful I long. for it so deep and enduring, for her, dear, inside me. for time, it lingers. for...
