Geremia
Geremia
Feb 14, 2012

MAY and DECEMBER

MAY and DECEMBER
I waited for your call.
It never came,
It was 2:00 A.M.
No doorbell rang.
My heart began to sink again.

Every time you walked through the door
and I saw you standing there
I thought my soul would never bear
the ecstasy

When you ran your fingers through my hair
the softness of your touch spoke fire
and your caresses whispered love

nothing lasts forever,
you are May
I am December.

Will you dance with me
One more time.

I want to remember.

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Esker

Esker

13 years 2 months ago

Love your
"you are may
I am december..

memories and actions
and sometimes the lack
thereof of it
burns brighter