The simplicity of a kiss,
Lips against lips,
Hands locking, intertwined,
Longing for the words to define,
Whatever this may be,
A kiss, touch or love;
At least you and me,
The kiss was more than less,
And with my fingers crossed,
I hope for this to be a success.
Please let it be a success.
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Dust of the untold
PoezjaYet another poem collection, Ready to be free, Words written down by a stranger, Some scars you just got to see. A collection of hearts, A bucket of sorrow, A box of pain and my deepest thoughts. These are untold stories, From a closed soul, and a c...
