A dream, So many colors, I'm lost in the pigmentation of it all.
The beauty, softness, and perfection of you and me.
Staring down at you, the curve of you eyes staring up at me, the way your face lights up when you smile.
Your almost in reach....Then I wake.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
A dream, So many colors, I'm lost in the pigmentation of it all.
The beauty, softness, and perfection of you and me.
Staring down at you, the curve of you eyes staring up at me, the way your face lights up when you smile.
Your almost in reach....Then I wake.
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