My room is illuminated by only my computer screen.
The blank page taunting me as the cursor blinks faster and faster.
God all I want right now is to be in your arms.
The taste of your lips on mine is indescribable.
I can see our future together, but I’ve only felt that with you,
You aren’t temporary.
For once in my miserable lifetime I have someone.
Please don’t be temporary.
Please.
I can’t take more loss.
I’ve lost myself.
You bring me back every time you talk.
Your goofy smile and contagious laugh,
Your impulsive actions and midnight drives,
Leave me knowing your feelings without you having to tell me.
I hope you love me.
I love you.
About the Creator
christina digioia
18- mostly poetry
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