Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Miss you ...

I burned with desire,
my whole body catches fire,
when you touch my face,
your hands never retire,
to give me solace.

When you call my name,
I don't feel the same,
When I am in your arms,
I feel all the warmth.

Without you,
Now I have sleepless nights,
you broke with me,
after that brutal fight.

There are no regrets,
there is no shame,
Alas, we were meant to get the fame.

I dream of that beautiful kiss,
which I shall ever miss.

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