Walang Basagan ng Trip

Walang Basagan ng Trip

Saturday, August 13, 2011

RONDEON


I can still smell the scent of your hair;
The wind blows it everywhere.
I graze my fingers upon your skin,
Slowly our hands together fill in.

I can still feel your lips on my lips,
My hands around your hips
And the warmth of your breath
As you speak of love I will never forget.

I gave in;
I have let you in
You outshattered my defense
Now this is gonna hurt if it ever ends.