You make me feel alive,
Although you're far away.
I need your pretty laugh
To hear every day.
These goosebumps on my skin
Appear when you talk.
And I can clearly feel
That I am not alone.
You always cheer me up,
When I'm in a bad mood.
I tend to talk too much.
It seems that I love you.
YOU ARE READING
Through the pain
PoetryForgotten notes of burnt pages. Image copyright belongs to Miroslav Boskov
