Imagine you in my bed
Not sexually
But still not as a friend
Our hands intertwined
And the space between your lips filled by mine
Wouldn't that be nice
For me to hold you
Smell your sweet hair
After I told you
"I love you"
I always have darling
Created - 2/11/18
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half way blossomed
Poetrya collection of poems, thoughts, and other stuff from my childhood. some present. some past.
