Your eyes steal every glistening dew from last night's coldness,
Ironically warming my spirit.
Your mouth speaks to me,
Even when you have nothing to say. It suits my silence.
Your hands are chiseled with curves and grooves,
Perfectly fit the ridges of mine.
Everything we have says we're perfect.
"You and me,"
It would have been a great reality.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
Your eyes steal every glistening dew from last night's coldness,
Ironically warming my spirit.
Your mouth speaks to me,
Even when you have nothing to say. It suits my silence.
Your hands are chiseled with curves and grooves,
Perfectly fit the ridges of mine.
Everything we have says we're perfect.
"You and me,"
It would have been a great reality.
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