There is something
about your
fleeting fingertips
and the way
your mouth curls
resembling
how i
curl myself around
you
and your hands that
Are full
of doubt and
apathetically
****** dreams
There's something
about the way
Your smile
makes me feel
And the
way you hold
your cigarettes
to your lips
that reminds me
of how
you
sometimes
hold
me.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
There is something
about your
fleeting fingertips
and the way
your mouth curls
resembling
how i
curl myself around
you
and your hands that
Are full
of doubt and
apathetically
****** dreams
There's something
about the way
Your smile
makes me feel
And the
way you hold
your cigarettes
to your lips
that reminds me
of how
you
sometimes
hold
me.
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