I grabbed your hands,
and you felt mine.
your head on my shoulder,
feels perfectly fine.
I'd like to dream about you,
In a solemn state.
I miss your touch.
your warm embrace.
your sweetest kisses,
surreal in a way.
bared on your actions,
need not to say.
I am very blessed
to see more than white and black.
forget all those,
silly knap sacks.
Even when I sleep,
dreaming of you is what I make,
I miss everything of you.
my subconscious state.
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 8:17 AM UTC
I grabbed your hands,
and you felt mine.
your head on my shoulder,
feels perfectly fine.
I'd like to dream about you,
In a solemn state.
I miss your touch.
your warm embrace.
your sweetest kisses,
surreal in a way.
bared on your actions,
need not to say.
I am very blessed
to see more than white and black.
forget all those,
silly knap sacks.
Even when I sleep,
dreaming of you is what I make,
I miss everything of you.
my subconscious state.
(c) subconscious state - 6.13.11
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