Butterfly lips are on your neck and shoulder,
Careful not to touch the contour of your face
and smile as you breathe on my hair,
My fingers refuse to entangle beautiful knots,
I had dreamed of us like this, over and again.
When the sun rises, I will pack the suitcase
inundated with Moulin Rouge and Cathedral memories,
Finished last night’s champagne from the bottle,
I look at you for the very last time; a moment of silence,
How I wish to repeat yesterday in an immaculate beat.
But I will be gone before you open your eyes,
I will be gone by the time you are awake.
Sneak preview of The Capitals: –
“By the time we have come to the mid-end of this underground shelter, it will ultimately reflect who we truly are. In handcuffed, we carefully put on our headphone, be sure to single-out the most heartfelt soundtrack that later will become our emotional anthem.”
I have committed to write one flash fiction fortnightly.
Thank you for all your support, my beautiful people.
If these wings could fly
Let me stay by your side
If these eyes could travel
Then to Paris we go
A place where you love
Where I used to hate
Now that you’re here with me
I can no longer despise the Eiffel Tower
If these wings could break
Let me save those pieces for you
If these love could fall
Let me pick them up for you
Falling in love is hard on my knees
Since when he’d left me
Now I should not be afraid
Take me wherever you will to be away with you.