I want to see those smile, the warmest one that hiding covered by your hand
And i also want to hold those hand, i don't care if i only got a second to feel the touch
Cause i've prepared one thousands more excuses to hold it again
YOU ARE READING
a statement, with a question mark
Poetry• a leftover thoughts for a friend • Sometimes our loving heart made a statement, while our logical brain kept asking "why?". And here it is, it's a poem, it's a desire, it's a letter, it's a feeling, and it's a statement, with a question mark.
