Long conversations with you, they last till the next sun rises.
The endless laughter, the small remarks you make when I laugh till it cuts out from your end.
The soft breathing of yours, it soothes my mind til I wake up with your name on my screen.
I’ve never given much thought into imagery until I met you.
I hope those long conversations last till the long distance between us closes,
till I’m able to hear your laughter fade into mine,
till that soft breathing becomes loud and I push you off the bed,
and till the images of you in my head become a reality.
Undefined
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