My only dying wish,
Is one where your lips,
Touch mine.
One more time.
Not even the kiss,
But the feeling it up brings.
Of warmth and content.
I want to embrace,
This feeling,
All the time.
From dawn to dusk.
Endlessly until I lay my head to rest.
The feeling you bring,
Inside of me.
The feeling of love that uplifts me.
The feeling of warmth and content,
That consumes me.
Consumes me in love.
I wish for my final wish,
Before I lay my head to rest.
I wish for love,
Endless love,
An endless kiss,
Until I lay my head to rest,
To live in an eternity of bliss.
Pure Bliss.
My final dying wish,
Is that,
Of love,
Warmth,
And something more,
Than just your lips.
YOU ARE READING
She.
PoetryPoetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartb...
