She is like that whisper
In the wind
That flows through you
Makes her way in
To your heart
Even when you are
Thus, miles apart.
She is like whiskey
Goes to your head
But no one other
You would have instead,
She is your cola
Your choice of soda
Your favourite craving
Every winter morning
When you lay waiting
long into the night,
Hoping one day, she will
Catch the flight,
That will bring her back,
To your arms,
Letting you soothe her,
Letting her be your balm.
But for now, you draw on memory,
Let her scent enclose you, your wishes
Soothe you, Even if its temporary,
You let yourself lie
In the lap of dreams,
Hoping they will come true
Sooner than it seems,
Saving all your smiles for her,
Giving your love to no other,
For who, if not she,
Who if not her.
A girl writes 