“and when this is all over, i hope to hold your hand, kiss you around and see you smile”
i long for the days when friends are source of love and inspiration and all sorts of measures those times when people are out of the street unmindful of what’s happening and what’s scares a bit
i long for the days when friends witness each other’s smiles the smiles and laughters we have forgotten for a while those moments when we truly see how delightful people can be is now sadly hidden behind a fashionable mask to see
i long for the days when hugs don’t freak anyone around when kisses are manifestation of undying love to hold those gestures that made us more human those love language we surely miss a lot this time
written with meter or syllable count at the discretion of the poet.
written with sort of chain at the beginning of each line. The last letter of the first word of each line is the first letter of the first word of the next line. The first word of the poem may begin with any letter.