Time ever came when, your mood reached the bottom and I was there, just listened. Listened, listened, and waited until—
I kissed you, kissed you there, like soldier meet their love after a long war. I kissed you, nice, slowly, and gently until you forget what's like to be hurt.
I kissed you— under the sky full of brightest stars.
YOU ARE READING
Carpe Noctém
PoetryFor Camelia, Twenty eight parts, for the person- I think of when I made my own first poem.
