Can I have this chance
To be in his arms
Embracing me through dance
Lift my face with his hand
Telling me,I'm just dreaming and being with me is a curse.
YOU ARE READING
Forever is Over
PoetryHe's my kryptonite been bugging my mind at night silently writing this poem when suddenly I think about him.
Curse
Can I have this chance
To be in his arms
Embracing me through dance
Lift my face with his hand
Telling me,I'm just dreaming and being with me is a curse.
