i could describe her eyes, little stars dwelling the galaxy. i could describe her lips, butterfly kisses visited. i could describe the crook of her neck, expanse of skin that spells home.
and each time, they are words that being used too much, over and over again, because every time, it’s the same old dream.
instead of apart, i wish time stop the moment she’s in my arms. so that if i could lie, i could tell myself it’s for eternity.
the way i feel, it never goes away.
most days it hides beneath my conscience but often nights it sleeps right above the slow beatings of my heart.
rat-a-tat, calling her home.
nota kaki: to tell you the truth, there’s only one puzzle piece. always. i have loved you and you let me be.