the quarantine is killing my feelings
very slowly
i miss you
a lot
i miss your touch
on my lips and wrists
i miss your eyesight
on my body
i miss your kisses
on my neck and shoulders
your always perfect hair, like a perfectly arranged rainbow in the sky
your beautiful eyes, like sunset on the beach
i miss your hugs too
warm and tight
but, who am i?
just girl, who wants to be loved?
or the girl, who wants to be perfect?
with my imperfect body
boring personality
but, i can sing
and i will sing every emotion that i feel when im near you
i will dance on your heart and you will be the audience
from the sad, to the love
from angry, to happy
I will dance and play this role for so long that I feel that you feel something to me or not
