Category : Poems

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The warmth of my heart could warm

 Even your coldest cells.

  My hot breath could cover 

Every inch of yourself. 
 While you burn, 

I will turn to ashes.

 As long as you are free,

 I will be the prisoner.  
My hands draw your face 

While your lips play with my heart.

Even if it will hurt, 

I let it pass to your heart.  
The breeze of my whispers 

Descends on your shoulders.

 You smile at me -

 Clinging to my body.
  You are made of the millions of stars

 I counted when I was little,

Having me like a feather in your hand,

You make me feel protected.
 The wind no longer passes through my veins,

 You carry me above the sky -

Making me feel worthy...

After waiting so long.