Apr 2014
I remember the feeling
of your hand on my back.
Soft and warm, yet supportive and tender.
Your face burst into a vibrant smile.
Seeing yours, mine lit up like the night sky.
I swear you could see it from *space.
of your hand on my back.
Soft and warm, yet supportive and tender.
Your face burst into a vibrant smile.
Seeing yours, mine lit up like the night sky.
I swear you could see it from *space.
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)
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