Like pecks on a cheek,
for that goodbye we don’t seek;
Longing for the next day when our identical hands are warm..
Like every highlighted streets
in the winter nights,
when we speak and the cold clouds are the things our breath needs.
I know we can’t live without love,
there are thousand souls yearning for it.
They’re yearning for a peaceful world, that soon-fully will be lit…
I guess we all need love
the grope for that one single hand we hope we will grip for our selves..
Or maybe just a simple greet..
Maybe just those warm words whom are the cause of the enormous speed… of your heart…