December 31, 2015
From the moment you stand
and walk from the bus
I saw you outside the window;
standing; your hair was firm
and your eyes were searching
And I looked up,
saw that you faded.
And as I return my eyes to nowhere
I once think,
*How much I love the
way you walk*
and the way your shadow beams
How much I love the way
your eyes lit up and see;
How much I love you,
And how much
I look forward to
the day
I'll see you again.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
December 31, 2015
From the moment you stand
and walk from the bus
I saw you outside the window;
standing; your hair was firm
and your eyes were searching
And I looked up,
saw that you faded.
And as I return my eyes to nowhere
I once think,
*How much I love the
way you walk*
and the way your shadow beams
How much I love the way
your eyes lit up and see;
How much I love you,
And how much
I look forward to
the day
I'll see you again.
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