im back with my personal poem which called the law of wissh:
Keeping waking up
That ‘s my hope that’s my hope
To the sound of your breath on my neck
Ther warmth of your lips on my check
The toutch of your fingers on my skin
Our heart ‘s beating
You know what I mean!
Take my hand shall we fly
We are together till I die
You ‘ll leave me? Plz don’t try!
Or to doctor phil I will cry!
Honey,let the ocean
Move our motion
And let the sky
protect us while
we fly