such a precious child
with the freshest smile
i'll walk miles through the storm,
just to feel your warmth.
i’m a reckless child
though i'll reconcile
once the moon rises
oe'r your brown iris
i miss the taste of your lips,
your waist and your hips,
the way you brushed
my hair with your fingertips.
© Matthew Harlovic
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
such a precious child
with the freshest smile
i'll walk miles through the storm,
just to feel your warmth.
i’m a reckless child
though i'll reconcile
once the moon rises
oe'r your brown iris
i miss the taste of your lips,
your waist and your hips,
the way you brushed
my hair with your fingertips.
© Matthew Harlovic
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