I was lost Crossed lines
I Should not Have crossed
Coldplay In my place
Through the night light, I come home.
dream
The embrace of sleep, a kiss, our lips will touch, I feel the taste, smell your perfume.
you gird up your loins, but the flash is so violent that it takes me somewhere else, far and away, only lying on a green lawn.
half asleep.
eyes closed.
I can still feel your soft lips on mine and the smile that accompanied me until recently, has melted into a grimace of pain.
The consequences
The unspoken words, the long and embarrassing silence of sweet lovers. The wonder and amazement that I find in your gestures are always the same. The
infatuation, desire, desire that, for a moment, becomes jealous.
have you not even for a moment, I am devastated.
Kills me.
The thought haunts the days of this mild September.
There is no glory in my search, in vain, for you.
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