I.
is the smell of salty ocean air, the citrus perfume you wear,that holds the spread of tropical,
tip toe from a burning sand,both holding slippers ,
as barefoot touches the coldness of water covered.
it will drowning in the water,all of the roughness,
shake it off, let a body lies on shimmering sand,
look at the emptiness, wonder how empty heart is..
sitting across from someone, handed a can of beer.
II.
is the start of strangers in combustible night exchanging glances..
as the night still young and never mind the worrisome,
let the waves took away the fear and pain,
that hidden,
only between our hearts, show and tell the truthful words.
it can't deny the fact that you are still fond of her,
I let you hurting me and you let me hurting you,
humid weather, torrid kisses with scalding skin,
while your warm body stick with me, we've been injured.
III .
is the name of our love, exchanging letters of compliment with one another,
hope it last forever, but like a high fever, when our skin melts with each other ,
If the sun were to rise in the west,I would marry you.
it's a matter of time,we could have start as fire,
anticipate on its desire, these feelings can't control,let hold our hands,
forget the past and stop worrying for future,
afraid of what might have been when it say the foul words.
11.08.20
12:06am
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ANGEL'S POETRY
Poetrystop saying ~ do it. don't keep it ~ kill it. #Angel #Story #experience #fantasies #dream #reality
