Every moment away with you feels like
Mornings without the sun and the
Breezy evenings that blow
Every strand of your straight, sweet-scented hair that
Reminds me of summer, right to my face are
Gone and made non-existent but
Every moment I spend with you is a
Miracle for a soul
Like me who holds
On to things so simple like the
Gentle touch of your fingertips to mine,
All of the warm embraces from my heart to yours;
Nothing will ever compare to all of those.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
Every moment away with you feels like
Mornings without the sun and the
Breezy evenings that blow
Every strand of your straight, sweet-scented hair that
Reminds me of summer, right to my face are
Gone and made non-existent but
Every moment I spend with you is a
Miracle for a soul
Like me who holds
On to things so simple like the
Gentle touch of your fingertips to mine,
All of the warm embraces from my heart to yours;
Nothing will ever compare to all of those.
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