Lyublyu,
your smile burns my heart,
my soul and my skin.
Your laughter sends electric down my spine,
it feels like nicotine flows inside of my veins.
It hurts when my ears
are thousand miles away from your lips
and my hands
are thousand miles away from you skins
and your physique is on
the north side hindering
the extinguishing of the red flame
you set in my heart, on the south side.
A/N: The pain of being in a LDR.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Half of The Soul
PoesíaPoems of the side where no one sees behind a smile. I write this based on my daily mood so this ranges from love to friend or even the stranger that I saw on the day I write the poem.
