Hello ,it' me again #Lejay28
YOUR KISS
With the Messenger app down and various red-taggings that have been going on, surely, we need some sort of a savior, who needs not to be a mighty figure like those we usually see either cartooned or dramatized in television. At times, we need a beacon of hope that does not go beyond from our natural reach. It could be right there under your nose or on your shiny forehead or anywhere near you. But one thing for me is conclusive to save me from all the distress and misfortunes of the world for a day: that kiss, oh, that kiss of yours. Everytime those soft, pinkish-red, sometimes pale, muscles of your lips glue to mine reinvigorates the dying soul inside me. Thus, every moment, every tick of the clock I count with your lips stuck to mine is a time of sweet healing.