Friday, 24 June, 2011

Do You Remember?

The heart-shaped bed,
and the heart-shaped pillows.
Satiny, silky sheets,
That gave me goosebumps.

Old, dusty curtains,
But beautiful light
Streaming through
As you touched my skin.

Your hands
Your body
Your face
Your lips

On mine.

The taste of oranges
lingering on your tongue
Transferring the taste
Back to mine.

Sweet sorry
and bitter medicines
And sad lessons
Yet, life just goes on.

The End.

1 comment:

Nikita Banerjee said...

There is no real 'The End' just long pauses. :)