Only a fingertip’s touch away,
but it feels like a thousand miles.
The ache I feel inside
to press your lips to mine
is unbearable.
It forces me to look away
from your beautiful eyes
because it hurts so much
not to kiss you.
How I miss the feeling…
When all reality slowly fades
leaving only you and me,
your perfect lips pressed
deeply against mine,
the way time seems to stop
and fast forward all at once,
hearing you sigh against my mouth
because we’ve both been deprived
of this kiss
for so long.
Now the days continue to pass
without an opportunity for
bliss.
I almost want to cry.
All I want to do
is kiss you,
but I can’t right now.
And in this moment,
it’s all I want.
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Poetry of All Shades
PoetryBook of poetry I've written, some dealing with love, some with death, and some are completely random, enjoy!
