As Long As It Lasts

I always yearn for  you, every inch of you. Whether we run out of things to talk about, or words to say, it seems right whenever it’s you. I need to feel your presence. I want to feel you near. You are my vice, my only vice. It’s ironic how you destroy me inside at the same time lift my spirit up.  I was never empty of you and your memory. Never for a moment, not an instant, neither a single second.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: