I crave you with the same desperation
of my goosebumps seeking warmth.
The nostalgia of the perfect moments
I’ve briefly encountered keeps me
believing, hoping to wrap myself
in your embrace once more
But this time for eternity…
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
I crave you with the same desperation
of my goosebumps seeking warmth.
The nostalgia of the perfect moments
I’ve briefly encountered keeps me
believing, hoping to wrap myself
in your embrace once more
But this time for eternity…