Words with you, are overrated.
Your light green eyes, smooth honey to my soul.
Through my spiritual reflection I see your face.
I hear my thoughts narrated, with your voice.
A shivering, and I know it's you.
Our bodies calling for each other.
We connect through silence.
We just know.
It's happening.
It.
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
Words with you, are overrated.
Your light green eyes, smooth honey to my soul.
Through my spiritual reflection I see your face.
I hear my thoughts narrated, with your voice.
A shivering, and I know it's you.
Our bodies calling for each other.
We connect through silence.
We just know.
It's happening.
It.
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