I remember the day we started talking
your gold hair kept falling into your eyes
and I kept fighting the desire to push it away
so it wouldn't hide the beauty you had been blessed with.
You always smelled like a garden,
but not like you had been planting it, more like you grew there
Just sprouted from the ground one day and walked off into my life.
I fell in love,
you laughed at me,
until you fell too.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC
I remember the day we started talking
your gold hair kept falling into your eyes
and I kept fighting the desire to push it away
so it wouldn't hide the beauty you had been blessed with.
You always smelled like a garden,
but not like you had been planting it, more like you grew there
Just sprouted from the ground one day and walked off into my life.
I fell in love,
you laughed at me,
until you fell too.
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