I take your hand
As we run though the rigged woods
Running feeling the dead trees crack
Beneath our feet
We stop by a small creek
You take me steadily in your grasp
As we walk further under a small dark bridge
You stop
You turn your head up
To look up at the moon
I feel you against my back
Searching for the stars
The cold winter breeze
Bites at my skin
But your body
Holds me warm
The gentle tickle of your breath against my ear Telling me of a story
The moon, the night, and the stars
When the wolves cry
The darkness sets
And across it all it shines bright
These are the moments
The moments I cherish with
You tonight
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 5:37 AM UTC
I take your hand
As we run though the rigged woods
Running feeling the dead trees crack
Beneath our feet
We stop by a small creek
You take me steadily in your grasp
As we walk further under a small dark bridge
You stop
You turn your head up
To look up at the moon
I feel you against my back
Searching for the stars
The cold winter breeze
Bites at my skin
But your body
Holds me warm
The gentle tickle of your breath against my ear Telling me of a story
The moon, the night, and the stars
When the wolves cry
The darkness sets
And across it all it shines bright
These are the moments
The moments I cherish with
You tonight
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