If I approach you my hair feints,
In the wind like my heart.
If I look at you my eyes glaze up,
A beautiful birdy flies by.
What little words we seldom share,
I show such trouble speaking.
What little time near you I spend,
I have such fainty breathing.
Rain drops feel like your finger tips,
What I imagine touch to be.
Temperate waters in the harbour,
To carry boats fine out to sea.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
If I approach you my hair feints,
In the wind like my heart.
If I look at you my eyes glaze up,
A beautiful birdy flies by.
What little words we seldom share,
I show such trouble speaking.
What little time near you I spend,
I have such fainty breathing.
Rain drops feel like your finger tips,
What I imagine touch to be.
Temperate waters in the harbour,
To carry boats fine out to sea.
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