Remembrance

Petite illustration en mots des souvenirs admirablement dessinés de Paprika :

I remember the sky was there
Whatever color, I don't care
The bustling and noise hit around
Couldn't be but dull brown

When your hands met my wishes
And your lips full of promises
Blew off all my defenses

Your eyelids hid up your desire
But you know your breath couldn't lie
I drew you closer casually
Only you seemed to be real

In our space where naught could intrude
Where craved yet unknown skies were blue
Waiting to be seen all through

I remember and tremble on
Cause there's so much left to strip off
Forever won't sure be enough

Quelle émotion dans ses cases...