My song

From lip to lip
from arm to arm,
there is always something new,
that is born in you.

The manner in which he makes you feel,
that one moment when you watch yourself,
consumed by some emotion,
like how your skin feels,
or sometimes how the world's sorrow,
decides,
to fly and sit by you,
as waves after waves crash,
in the agony of the drag that life can be.

In this sunset of realisation,
you know,
a song is buried deep inside you,
and you wonder,
if you will ever find that person,
who can hear it,
hum it with you.