What would it be
That question
It haunts me
Every night in my sleep
What would it be
To fall asleep in your arms
And wake up tangled to your body
To kiss you after breakfast
And call you during lunch
To be the one you call love
And know that you are my true home
What would it be
To have you for real
And not just in my mind
To don't imagine that happiness
And stop feeling this sorrow
Because there is no greatest pain
Than to miss something
That never happened
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Incomplete poems of an even more incomplete mind
PoetryIncomplete thoughts about love and life, about heartbreaks and moments full of happiness, about all the kinds of love that we experiment... An anthology of love, to be in love and to be loved by someone
