Love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what's not is MINE.
This might take a small chunk of time.
While my pulse beats rapid.
While my hands become sweaty.
From the bright light ,
From the lap thats the moon.
My love tingles in pretty sights for you.
In conditions of not having you around.
I hope the love is spell bound.
For all I want is to see your face.
Tracing every single crease
Treating it like a race.
While our hands touch.
As we look at the night sky.
I wonder where you'd been my whole life.
As we say the last good byes.
In the living room my eyes start to cry.
As we take one last kiss.
Hoping you know you'll be missed.
Until the next time I will sing our lullaby.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
