it was three o'clock and I was
wondering what she was seeing
I closed my eyes and imagined
and the sun on my back transformed
into her phantom embrace
the sun loves us so much it
wants to be captured in our skin,
and her hair defies the rules of physics
she's magic.
we are magical because we make
the warmth of a computer screen
turn into a warm embrace,
we can speak without ever
moving our mouths and
if we dare move them it
feels like magic.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
it was three o'clock and I was
wondering what she was seeing
I closed my eyes and imagined
and the sun on my back transformed
into her phantom embrace
the sun loves us so much it
wants to be captured in our skin,
and her hair defies the rules of physics
she's magic.
we are magical because we make
the warmth of a computer screen
turn into a warm embrace,
we can speak without ever
moving our mouths and
if we dare move them it
feels like magic.
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