soft the raindrops on my face
gentle the breeze at my back
warm the sand between my toes
soft the words you speak
gentle your lips upon my neck
warm your body next to mine
soft the sound of you sleeping
gentle my fingers upon your cheek
warm the tears that fall on the sheets
soft the closing of the door
gentle the footseps as i leave
warm the regret that burdens my soul
warm the first steps to hell
gentle the push off the cliff
soft the mud in the gutter
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 8:17 AM UTC
soft the raindrops on my face
gentle the breeze at my back
warm the sand between my toes
soft the words you speak
gentle your lips upon my neck
warm your body next to mine
soft the sound of you sleeping
gentle my fingers upon your cheek
warm the tears that fall on the sheets
soft the closing of the door
gentle the footseps as i leave
warm the regret that burdens my soul
warm the first steps to hell
gentle the push off the cliff
soft the mud in the gutter
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