One month
One month passed
Now I am older
I wake up and check WhatsApp
No new entry

Frozen to one month past
Like other times
I can not write
And ask for her hand
The web call it harassment

I still dream of yellow stickies
Cold wind
Warm hands
Beautiful eyes

Will she come back

Let me see you

Let me feel you

Let me taste and

Let me be one with you

Let me the gold

To mend you

Let me

Let you

Let me be me

Let you be you

Let me

Let you

Love you

As I do you