TagDeadshot

I enter the bedroom; I look upOn the spathiphyllum’s glowingI think of you and I feel warmthAs your fire inside me is flowing You always say we will have timeTo know each other much betterBut I miss you every day; hopingMaybe you’ll write me a letter? I want to study you every dayKnow you as good as my violinYou are close; you call my nameExcitement runs over my skin You can bring...