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Dec 2013
My hands are trembling
as my finger brushes hair behind your ear
you've been sleeping an hour now
and i have no plans of when i will dream
because I'm already in a that certain mindstate
the fact that you are here- head on my chest
and that every single time i breathe,
you breathe in and breathe out for me
and
      you know
you make me happy
but did you know you make me more real?
and
       you know
you make me certain
now I'm not sure if I'm here or asleep.

this winter doesn't seem like its going to be
cold or anything at all
it seems like this is all one giant dream
and you will simply pass like a ship before the setting sun
and maybe you will, maybe the it will go back into the ocean
but this fire of lust or love or whatever this is
its something, and its still inside me since the day
if found you, or you found me

the past and you there playing the piano
Amelie - with such small hands skipping keys
my heart not open for some time, turning to wall
you here laying down on me in secrets gardens.
My go to, my Angel Eyes, my Lover thing.
Frances Apparitions Blackheart
Written by
Frances Apparitions Blackheart  Horse ✞ Canyon ✞ U✞ah
(Horse ✞ Canyon ✞ U✞ah)   
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