When I think
about love,
I don’t think of holding hands
In front of setting suns.
I think of holding on to these moments
between us,
and praying
that the sun rises the same way tomorrow.
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 8:06 PM UTC
When I think
about love,
I don’t think of holding hands
In front of setting suns.
I think of holding on to these moments
between us,
and praying
that the sun rises the same way tomorrow.
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