I am a nomad who wish not to be a nomad. I loiter around my own solitude with eyes wide open towards a guest unexpected. I love with passion and feel the pain with total devotion. My heart is not too far away from a quick smile and a silent tear. I live life like as if... I lost sense of time
Do not
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
I miss you M
Tickling you to laughter Fingertips miss the feel... Brushing tenderness in love Lips long for times by gone... Arms gallant and greedy Stretched wide with emptiness... Hearts rhythm wanted you bad Now limps and beat to survive…
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