you're back, the playful man
you and your brother once been here you said
i said it was a beautiful place
you agreed and said: i want to go back... someday
a t t h e d e p t h s o f m y h e a r t s c r e a m s
I W A N T T O
talk to you,
[ with nonsense
things ]
cry and laugh,
[ like crazy teens ]
touch you,
[ snuggle
you
with
tight hugs ]
see you,
[ those ocean
blue eyes;
that skin
that is white;
those hands
with callus
( i want to hold it for forever) ]
just be simply happy with you
[ with sweet fights ]
someday.
YOU ARE READING
hunter ▸ book one
Poetryfrom like to love to hate then start at the beginning again, it was like a cycle, a cycle that i wanted to end yet i can't because i love the every edge of his imperfections, and his perfect flaws [ © 2014 greyfilmplaying ] poetry #48 | short story...
