your name leaves my lips with a smile
it teases my eyes
making them sparkle
a special gleam, there is
your fingers wrapped around mine
your arm against mine
the silence inbetween
somehow
strange, it doesn't seem
my head on your shoulder
my lip against yours
the moulding is perfect
my heart is now yours
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
your name leaves my lips with a smile
it teases my eyes
making them sparkle
a special gleam, there is
your fingers wrapped around mine
your arm against mine
the silence inbetween
somehow
strange, it doesn't seem
my head on your shoulder
my lip against yours
the moulding is perfect
my heart is now yours
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