The last night I spoke with you
I was walking to the house
looking up at the night sky and all its wonders
and a single rain drop fell from the clouds
and landed right on the middle of my forehead
Astounded and taken aback
I walked all the way home with my arms outstretched
wanting to feel more of the rain
But I did not
Only that one single kiss from the heavens
And so I walked through the door
Unknowingly so that it would be the last that'd lead me to you
That night you laid out all your jewelry in front of me
And you told me the story behind each piece
The way you laid it all out was so beautiful
and I tried so hard to not cry.
And I didn't.
But I wish I did.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
The last night I spoke with you
I was walking to the house
looking up at the night sky and all its wonders
and a single rain drop fell from the clouds
and landed right on the middle of my forehead
Astounded and taken aback
I walked all the way home with my arms outstretched
wanting to feel more of the rain
But I did not
Only that one single kiss from the heavens
And so I walked through the door
Unknowingly so that it would be the last that'd lead me to you
That night you laid out all your jewelry in front of me
And you told me the story behind each piece
The way you laid it all out was so beautiful
and I tried so hard to not cry.
And I didn't.
But I wish I did.
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