I lie on my bed; covered by the duvet,
the thoughts are still getting in
the first touch,
the first kiss,
My head screams out
but the memories come back
emails and emails
you say and I say
but we never say the real
Hy heart beats,
I feel my blood rushing
my breath is taken
but you are not here
I see the screen
I read your messages
but you are not here
no arms around me,
no kiss on my forhead
Where are you?
Where am I?
When will we be together?
When will we feel?
When will we say?
You are not here.
Is it wrong to want to kiss?
Is it wrong to Want to hold your hand?
Is it wrong to want to sit by the harbour in your arms?
Is it wrong to want to dream of what could be?
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