Her, the one and only
Standing next to each other
Yet we both feel so lonely
Our eyes lock
The lust could freeze the time
On any clock
We are creating so much heat
Just by looking at each other
Like a peice of meat
Trapped by our own eyes
We can’t enjoy our true beauty
Just experiencing lies
Made from heaven
We prolly are a match
But the fire of our love
Does not seem to catch
R. Bogning Momo