poems angel longing
Teardrops puddle dipped in your eyes explaining the taste, as you read the line of love from the sinner
I wipe my palms against your pale cheeks
I feel, my chest is getting congested and aching
together with the light of the night
I'm just silent
want me to say
I love you
however, the lips are tightly closed. Attached bgaikn choked
I think the vibrations are crawling at the tips of my stiff fingertips
really! I'm a stupid, stupid sinner
to just talk about love
let me love this in loneliness
until I found the rainbow ladder to look at you O my Angel of the Night