I lay in bed and imagine
Your imaginary fingertips,
Trailing my imaginary lips.
You are the wish
Attaching to the shooting star
Blazing in this night sky.
All I can do,
Is feel this.
Because your fingers,
Trailing my lips,
Is something I won't get back.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
More Than You Will Ever Know
PoesíaTo you, I dedicate all of this to you. Keep this as a memory of me, of you and of us. Keep everything I ever write close. Always yours, Charlie.
