5d

The little things are lost:

The faint smell of sage and wax
Heart eyes and nicotine kisses
Walks through city streets
Laughter like the clearest bell
Soft scratches on my head from your fingertips
Puffs of clove smoke
Your black button down shirt
Cheap breakfast at Joanie's
Soft lips stolen in China
A lonely bench and river wind

Sans Espoir Romantique,
Tu es les etoiles dans mais yeux

The one I wanted to find
Lost

French Translation: "Hopeless romantic, you are the starts in my eyes."
Leah Barton
Written by
Leah Barton  Orlando
(Orlando)   
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