I long for the feeling of a new pair of lips pressed against mine.

I crave the shivers I get when unfamiliar fingers trace my spine.

I wish to cross new territory of something divine.

Oh, the things I would do to reclaim what once, was mine.

Gone in the winds of one autumn night

you left me hanging on for dear life

but as soon as you came back

I let go

in fear of risking another goodbye.