The Heartstrings of an Angel

I miss you

But I can’t tell you

And I love you

But I’m not allowed to

I want to hold you

Hug you tight, even tighter

I want to caress your hair with my hand

Feeling each touch as it gets lighter

And I want to drink hot chocolate

And to dance with you on a rainy day

Wrap you with the cashmere that I made myself

And watch the fire burn and play

I’d like to press my lips in your neck

Even if your cuddle makes me gasp for air

I’d like to feel the weight of your arm on my waist

And reminisce the warmth that we share.

And this fantasy could go on as I want to

For only in here I can make them come true

But one day, I’ll find a way

For this to happen: the kiss, the hug, the play.

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