Remnants of a broken hourglass

Broken-hourglass

I love  you

And the smell of your skin under the sheets

God knows how much I am willing to trade everything

Just to touch your face for one last time

 

I confess and I won’t play safe

You make me feel so alive

You cut me into pieces and digs me up like no one else

 

As the sands inside the hourglass falls slowly

Though we keep ourselves coated with lie

Your love

among all, is still divine

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