They say
Good things take time.
Like a season dying
And a new one being born;
Like falling in love
And saying it aloud.
But there is wonderful,
Unfeasible,
Beauty
In the most evanescent
Simplicities.
Like sunsets
And summer storms;
Like snow falling
Only to melt away in the morning.
Like your fingers wrapped in mine,
Like the way you smile when I smile,
Like kissing you…
Yes.
Like kissing you.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 6:16 AM UTC
They say
Good things take time.
Like a season dying
And a new one being born;
Like falling in love
And saying it aloud.
But there is wonderful,
Unfeasible,
Beauty
In the most evanescent
Simplicities.
Like sunsets
And summer storms;
Like snow falling
Only to melt away in the morning.
Like your fingers wrapped in mine,
Like the way you smile when I smile,
Like kissing you…
Yes.
Like kissing you.
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