Poem for 28th of this month.
Happiest (.......) years,
It
would have been,
If
we were still together,
Like
the way we have been,
Exchanging
lots of wild love,
Via
every medium possible.
People
would have cried with the admiration,
And
obviously some with jealousy,
“How
sweet!” they would have said,
Envying our growing love.
Maybe
my fingers wouldn’t be empty now,
But
with your proposal ring,
And I would have felt that feelings of completeness,
When
you drew me closer to your embraces.
“You
are amazing.” I would have whispered in your ears,
When
you lie down for my comforts,
I would have embraced your beautiful fingers,
Like i always dream of doing it.
I would have embraced your beautiful fingers,
Like i always dream of doing it.
Under
the moon and under the sun,
And
probably for hundred times, I would have reminded to cut your hairs,
For
short hair boys are my type.
One more, my cupboard must have filled by now,
With
the diaries and the notes I maintained about you,
Like
a piece total desperate bastard!
Oh
my, how I wish to call you back,
For
I am never enough of you,
Like
you are the only man,
I
am never enough of you.
Every
night, I dream a thousand dreams,
About
you and about us, together,
But
every day, like a ship on the sailor,
I
just get out of balance, like I am just a sad song.
---------Thanking you.
Happy Sunday evening!
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