Dear you, Why do I like the silence when I'm with you?
Why do I feel the hues of a million galaxies, when you're around?
Why do I not fear the impending storm when you're by my side?
Dear you, Why is the smell of your cologne spread around me like an eternal flame?
Why are the dreams of your future intertwined with mine, like the ribbons on a gift box?
Why is the the hesitance of your touches still lingering on my skin?
Dear you, the feel of your chapped lips is tattooed beneath my skin
The drives of yesterday written across my battleground.
Dear you, Every breath you take is carved into my bones
But dear you,Can I call you mine?
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Poesía"If you are a dreamer come in If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer If you're a pretender com sit by my fire For we have some flax golden tales to spin Come in! Come in!" ― Shel Silverstein 🔹 This is a collecti...
