Sometimes when the moon hangs low in the sky,
I am reminded of a night between you and I
The clouds were smoke and she caused the flame
When you brushed my cheek and whispered my name
I played with your hair as you stared in my eyes
You told me a secret for the very first time
I'll never forget, walking through the trees,
You kissed me so gently on that lovely Hallow's Eve
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC
Sometimes when the moon hangs low in the sky,
I am reminded of a night between you and I
The clouds were smoke and she caused the flame
When you brushed my cheek and whispered my name
I played with your hair as you stared in my eyes
You told me a secret for the very first time
I'll never forget, walking through the trees,
You kissed me so gently on that lovely Hallow's Eve
May 10th, 2016
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