Jun 2012
I'm not the stranger you are so looking for,
I'm not the desired caress of warm air breathing through open windows.
I'm not the speckled face you long to see washing up on imaginations shore.
I'm not the sweet sensation of a preferred wanderer here to comfort you.
But, love I promise you I'm here.
I'm not the desired caress of warm air breathing through open windows.
I'm not the speckled face you long to see washing up on imaginations shore.
I'm not the sweet sensation of a preferred wanderer here to comfort you.
But, love I promise you I'm here.
I've decided to explain this one. I follow this girls blog. She writes the most wonderful things and she has an anonymous stranger who writes things to her. She posts about this person often and I wish that my words were as powerful as her strangers. But sadly, they aren't.
