In the fast world I saw you in slow-motion
The hair which I want to touch.
I wish, I was in the side seat to smell the fragrance of your hair which was flowed by the air.
I wish I could be the air, I'll touch & you'll feel better.
I wish, if those hairs are mine, you'll play with them.
If I were the earring you'll never forget to wear.
Those eyes are depth as a sea, I wish I can drown into it.
You closed your eyes as a sea wave splash in the shore.
I saw the nature naturally, no makeup in it.
The cute face I want to touch. As rain drops touch it from the hair to the chin slowly, through the ocean like eyes, nose, a small part of your sorrow cheeks, through the dry lips to the chin.
I wish, I could be the handkerchief. I can wipe out your tears from your face & eyes. You'll clean your face & I'll feel it. You'll clean your lips, I'll kiss it.
About the Creator
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic5 days ago in Fiction
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