I want to feel your hands round my waist
I wish you hear the sound of my breath
I want to touch your soft lips once more
I want to be the one you adore
You make me feel the things I forgot
You bring the wind in my static world
You gave me a sip of a precious wine
But it’s hard to get used that you’re not mine
I feel like a sick who needs one more doze
But you’re keeping silence – it’s the way how it goes.
I’m struggling with feelings that captured me
The winner or loser? Who will I be?
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