• When my eyes are open it’s you that I see. And every time I close it, my visions of you are even clearer.
• I have obscure eye-sight, yet I was beguiled by your charm.
• I tried to speak, but when you started talking, I stopped. And started to listen.
• You whisper, talk normal, high-pitch, scream, laugh, use funny voices, mumble, hum to the music. Whatever tone you use, that’s the kind of melody I’d like to hear over and over.
• The beauty of speaking if it means to repeatedly uttering your name.
• I’m tired and choking for air, gasped for breath and your scent lingered to my soul.
• I feel numb, but when you touch me, you send shivers down my spine.
• Your hand sweats but I’m addicted to squeezing your palms and won’t let go.
• I stood still, motionless enduring the pain, you held my hand spare me hope when I ran low.
• In the middle of an obnoxious crowd, I hear your voice, and then nothing else matters.
by: Anz
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