Oh what I would give to kiss your lips again
and to feel the safety net of your arms around me
I am like a bee that hides under the skirt of the flowers
just to keep smelling its sweet scented essence.
Tag: finding myself
Tenderly and smoothly weaving these
words with raw emotions unearthing
distant past. Skillfully conveying them
into this poetry I longed to write
a million miles ago.
Intricately woven raw emotions, gut feelings and resentment into a fabric of my being. -justme62
Over a cup of coffee 