Having passed all our notes, in boring English class
My comments on her eyes, she really likes my ***
I compliment her figure, she imagines, her hands in my hair
Passing in the crowded corridors, each of us, the stare
In dreams we do things, that our bodies will allow
To fragile does she seem, for the here, and now
I dare not reach between, our beating hearts and raging fires
Too delicate to touch, I believe our souls, would then expire
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
Having passed all our notes, in boring English class
My comments on her eyes, she really likes my ***
I compliment her figure, she imagines, her hands in my hair
Passing in the crowded corridors, each of us, the stare
In dreams we do things, that our bodies will allow
To fragile does she seem, for the here, and now
I dare not reach between, our beating hearts and raging fires
Too delicate to touch, I believe our souls, would then expire
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