Haunting kisses

Your kisses still haunt me, 

The thought of your lips against mine. 

Your closed eyes and mine wide open to stare. 

Your hands burying on my back, 

My hands getting a grip of your neck. 

Relentless moments I’ll never forget. 

Every day I struggle to break those chains.

Sometimes I forget the reason why we’re apart. 

The memories of your kisses remain, 

I’d rather rather die in the hands of my effort, than live as nothing to you. 

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