When I think of you, I know
that I will never be over
our short time together.
It was a beautiful love
affair, full of stolen kisses,
and long hours spent lying in bed
looking into each other’s eyes.
You always knew what to say,
and when to say nothing at all.
All good things must come
to an end. Our love, my sister’s
innocence, childhood. There
will come a time when
they don’t exist anymore.
However, until the day my heart
stops beating, my love for you
will be like the blood flowing through
my veins.
I curse the day that
you said goodbye.
(s.w.)
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC
When I think of you, I know
that I will never be over
our short time together.
It was a beautiful love
affair, full of stolen kisses,
and long hours spent lying in bed
looking into each other’s eyes.
You always knew what to say,
and when to say nothing at all.
All good things must come
to an end. Our love, my sister’s
innocence, childhood. There
will come a time when
they don’t exist anymore.
However, until the day my heart
stops beating, my love for you
will be like the blood flowing through
my veins.
I curse the day that
you said goodbye.
(s.w.)
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