I miss you so much,
I long for your touch,
what I wouldn't do for one kiss,
just to consume and swallow this miss.
All I wish now is to see you,
to know what it is to be you,
and these letters that I preach
describe the way I want to reach
your skin and scent as I lean
over to tell you what I mean,
if only you could hear my words,
if only I could move forwards.
I shouldn't write these letters,
they pass as light as feathers,
I wish you would say "Let's
forget the scars and stop frets!".
***
Here, next to you I stand alone,
I play to be cold to the bone,
no acts will make you see
I still flow for you and flee.
