My feet adhered to the floor,
covered by concrete,
registering a number impossible for the scale to show,
My hands numbly armed,
exposed to insecurity,
already feeling slow to touch...
...To miss a kiss,
to miss kissing you...
...And even my inside,
the rhyme of an earthquake,
trusting to love today.
What takes to not change out of fear?
How to make out of nothing to have and live relationship?
I want to kiss you,
in a second, in a minute,
I want to kiss you,
in an hour, in a day,
I want to kiss you,
in month, in a year,
I want to kiss you,
in my entire life.
