She thinks of the way he kisses
with eyes wide open not wanting
to waste a second of seeing her
She is too stunning and luminous
To look away...
The bird flies... with a certain thrill
The bird sings... And it always will.
The bird left the nest...
The sky gave it
the real reason to do so...
the life made us rhyme, so...
there is no She without "He",
as there is no nest of mine...
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
She thinks of the way he kisses
with eyes wide open not wanting
to waste a second of seeing her
She is too stunning and luminous
To look away...
The bird flies... with a certain thrill
The bird sings... And it always will.
The bird left the nest...
The sky gave it
the real reason to do so...
the life made us rhyme, so...
there is no She without "He",
as there is no nest of mine...
G, you were the "he", the sky, the thrill...
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