You and me, what are we? :: Geremij :: Original Poetry

You and me, what are we?

This could be love, this could be lust,

I can’t decide, I’m cleaning the dust,

that was left in my heart for being locked.

What you are to me, I just got shocked.

You might be the one, to re-open my heart,

open a dimension of infinite kind art,

the process has already begun,

I am the moon, you are my sun.

It’s not a formal request,

it is more of a jest,

to offer you a chance with me,

you and me, we could be.

We are not alike, just like red and green,

but in the future I will just wonder “what could have been”.

I just want to taste your sexy lips,

as you lower your hands from my hips,

tell me something romantic and sweet,

it will just turn up the heat,

but I really don’t mind,

I wish in your heart, it’s my name that one can find.

Geremij