When I see photos of the beach,
my mind gets blocked and all that it sees
is you and me laying on the shore,
watching the sun set once more,
looking into each others eyes again,
feeling like it’ll never end.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC
When I see photos of the beach,
my mind gets blocked and all that it sees
is you and me laying on the shore,
watching the sun set once more,
looking into each others eyes again,
feeling like it’ll never end.
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