...I answer
"I think the lines
on my forehead
must have been
paved by your
farewells."
You trace
your fingers
on what
you promise
is the
last one;
I close my eyes and try to engrave on my mind
this beautiful moment,
knowing it won't be so and thinking they are worth it.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
...I answer
"I think the lines
on my forehead
must have been
paved by your
farewells."
You trace
your fingers
on what
you promise
is the
last one;
I close my eyes and try to engrave on my mind
this beautiful moment,
knowing it won't be so and thinking they are worth it.
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