Trace of you
I see you every time in my dream
when you smile, your crystal blue eyes gleam,
the sensation of your lips on mine feels oh so blissful
wondering the touch of our skin may not be that sinful.
I know you aren't a silhouette in the dark
or creation of some broken heart,
nor a figment of my memory
or a character in a fictional story.
I can feel your presence even with those dreamy eyes
but once opened, you disappear like some melted ice,
so I don't want to wake up anymore
to this world where you exist no more.
maybe, just maybe we'll meet somewhere
and you'll be someone very dear,
but where do I look for you
all that's left is the trace of you.