lluviadeabril
lluvia & rain
A song, sung in my head
attempting the sound of your voice
a kiss in the taste of your lips, short
a note and a vocal cord, kisses stored
in the wish to know
once and for all
sweet, bitter torment
left on my lips to grow
and there lingers and remains
without the rhyme
of your voice.
A song,
sung in my head
the lingering sound
of your voice
remains.
attempting the sound of your voice
a kiss in the taste of your lips, short
a note and a vocal cord, kisses stored
in the wish to know
once and for all
sweet, bitter torment
left on my lips to grow
and there lingers and remains
without the rhyme
of your voice.
A song,
sung in my head
the lingering sound
of your voice
remains.
