I count the hours between the moments I spend with you.
Time drags, the sun is dull, voices are mute, minutes become days.
I live for the split second I catch your eye across the room. And you smile. And my heart, it races, and the day becomes beautiful again.
You are every thing.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
I count the hours between the moments I spend with you.
Time drags, the sun is dull, voices are mute, minutes become days.
I live for the split second I catch your eye across the room. And you smile. And my heart, it races, and the day becomes beautiful again.
You are every thing.
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