In the light of Twilight,
our fingers,
twine together.
You gaze,
your eyes smile,
a little of me, melts.
In the bliss of Twilight,
our bodies,
collide together.
Your lips whisper,
against mine,
a little of me, flutters.
In the dead of Twilight,
our souls,
breathe together.
"I love you"
I say,
"I do"
Hearsay, my love,
your kiss in bliss,
I wait for it,
today, tomorrow, forever and ever.
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Emotional cripple
Poetry"Is that paint on your lips?" they ask. • • • • • "Yes, the paint of my tainted soul," she say. -A collection of free style poems-
