Convert island

by writer   Nov 22, 2024


Time flies by,
my mornings are useless now.

He takes my sadness away
when he touches me,
it's like he is touching my soul.
So close.
I want him,
more and more.

White shirt, unbuttoned,
but he doesn't know
where my thoughts go
in the middle of my dreams,
each and every night,
making it all go right.

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