locutions [poetry]

c l i c h è

Words are never enough,
Thoughts they always interrupt.

I likeㅡno, love, the feeling of you beside me. The assurance of understanding, the questions we both answer with our eyes, I seem to be just dreaming, but if it's just a dream then let it be.

The warmth of your skin, the accidental touch of your hand, the spark that surges within me, the smile I can't seem to hide of how much I love being by your side.

Clichè as it can be, if only, if God permits, you'd feel the same as me.