When I was little I used to go to the field and look out at the stars on summer nights
Then I met her and a feeling of nostalgia rushed throughout me.
Her smile reminds me of a warm summer night - embracing you in its entirety and keeps you wanting more
And her eyes remind me of the shooting stars - mesmerizing and wishing for forevers.
Her touch is like the cool breeze - a feeling of comfort on a hot night
Being in her presence makes me feel calm and it's as if
I'm under that night sky again looking up at the stars
Yet this time I'm not looking at the stars in the sky
But the shining star curled up beside me.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC
When I was little I used to go to the field and look out at the stars on summer nights
Then I met her and a feeling of nostalgia rushed throughout me.
Her smile reminds me of a warm summer night - embracing you in its entirety and keeps you wanting more
And her eyes remind me of the shooting stars - mesmerizing and wishing for forevers.
Her touch is like the cool breeze - a feeling of comfort on a hot night
Being in her presence makes me feel calm and it's as if
I'm under that night sky again looking up at the stars
Yet this time I'm not looking at the stars in the sky
But the shining star curled up beside me.
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