Fresco
August 10, 2019•77 words
Every night you're not beside me
I miss you so much that
My soul entirely
Hurts
As it recalls the delirious feeling
Of your body on my own
All your beautiful
Curves
As if sculpted by a Renaissance
Artist after so many
Tiring sleepless
Nights
And the look in your eyes as
They reflect the light like
The Sistine Chapel's
Frescoes
And the twists and turns of
Your selfish mind were
The last straw
That night
Goodbye