Obsessed
Soft hands, intertwined with mine,
Increasing my grip, for we have no time.
Your bright eyes, your beautiful smile,
Down to my knees, I fall again.
Mon amour, you belong to my heart,
A tear falls to the thought of our depart.
Your soft hug comforting my wounds,
But I can't seem to let go of you...
Copyright © Timira Sookoo | Year Posted 2024
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