piece of you.

Monday, 12 October 2015

there i was sitting on the corner
painting pictures of us together
carving your name on my walls
screaming it silently on the halls
i imagine myself brushing off your hair
as we both breathe the same corrupted air
tracing figures of eight on your thighs
while we both stay up all night
i see myself holding you hands
carefully squeezing between mine
promising you all the lands
where the sun sets and shines.

i will always love you my dear
and i will make all of this clear
that when you wake up each morning
i will always be here for you
and i will keep on reminding
that every piece of you
makes up the my whole being.