But if they were I would live in the little ones.
The ones that last for a single breath.
The ones that send shivers up and down your spine and goosebumps up and down your arms.
The ones where your whole body stutters a little before your lips touch.
They are like a question waiting to be answered. They are the sliver of light from a cracked door. They are the breeze beckoning to you from the open window.
They are everything you want standing just outside of your reach.
Their beauty lies within this vulnerability and if I could I would make a world of these little kisses just for you and me.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
But if they were I would live in the little ones.
The ones that last for a single breath.
The ones that send shivers up and down your spine and goosebumps up and down your arms.
The ones where your whole body stutters a little before your lips touch.
They are like a question waiting to be answered. They are the sliver of light from a cracked door. They are the breeze beckoning to you from the open window.
They are everything you want standing just outside of your reach.
Their beauty lies within this vulnerability and if I could I would make a world of these little kisses just for you and me.
Date Written: June 2012
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