Every red light hurts more than the last,
the games that we played as cars drove past,
made my heart race beating so fast,
the smell of vanilla filling my room,
the same smell that fills your room,
look but dont touch?
or neither at all?
which will hurt worse and cause the stumble or fall,
neither at all,
neither at all,
no matter what we shall stand tall,
the warmth from our hands clasped oh so tight,
takes the bite out of thee winter night,
memories of your lips on mine,
a feeling truly loving and special divine,
so many years passed it’s truly a sign,
everything happens for a reason,
and you’re my reason for truly living
-Basilio Ruiz
Posted on Tuesday December 8th
