I wrote your name like I was practicing my penmanship again
Traced the curves of the letters like I was touching your skin
Beads of sweat dotted the I’s, and I touched your face
Finishing each word like you were the last thing I would taste.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC
I wrote your name like I was practicing my penmanship again
Traced the curves of the letters like I was touching your skin
Beads of sweat dotted the I’s, and I touched your face
Finishing each word like you were the last thing I would taste.
