It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a stranger
Appeared on the left corner of my laptop.
He was tall and handsome,
He had a bald head, "damn" fit,
In his late thirties,
Way better than Brad Pitt.
We clicked in a second.
He took off my gold mask,
And when his green eyes looked at mine,
They took my breath, not only that...
From time to time I find myself
Lying in these sheets,
Closing my eyes, trying to feel
That the man touching me, is him.
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
N
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
