I'm probably not your type. I may never exist in your world. But it won't break a heart to imagine my soul is bound to yours.
If push comes to shove, I'll be the arms you run to when this world falls apart. They'll be the place you feel safest because at home is where they're at.
It's not too much of a thought that I cross your mind once in a while, that anything I say in our seven seconds in touch leaves a mark in the back of our minds.
Wondering if it's just me or do you also think about me the way I do you. That every word I tell you makes you feel some type of way because just like you, I have that effect.
They may be just thoughts, but not too much to be alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem