What do I see?

And in my eyes, what do I see? I want it to be black. I want it to be totally quiet, I want it to be empty, and free, and kind, and loved. I want to be loved. I'd pray for love, on my knees, or on my elbows if it's requested. I'm cold. I am so fuck damn lost. I wish what anyone could wish with soul and heart. I mean, calm down this headache, stop the pain after crying, and before. What I don't need is somebody, not specifically this one and only, but I revenant for that hug, a pure heart, a touch, the warmest arms. And the real feeling that I want to feel before I die, is to fall asleep tasting security, been cuddled, hearing nothing but kisses on my forehead and, into whispers, the words "I will always and forever love you and need you and be yours for years if they don't. I'll always keep you safe, and I promise to you and swear, will be here to kiss you in the morning, because, at different of them, i'd like to be the first thing you see when you wake up so glad, in the right moment you open your eyes and see light".
m.l
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