Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
I don't want to get to you late,
So that your white dress doesn't turn black.
To be able to talk about you
Using the present tense,
Not to say about you what you did,
But what you are doing...
To feel your warm soul
Around my cold breath in every moment.
I don't want you to be late either,
Waiting for you to come.
Has lasted more than a lifetime,
More than a lifetime alone...