Your hair soft in between my fingers,
Eyes of brown where my gaze lingers,
First love, Late spring makes my skin tingle,
Eye opening bloom,
Year full prose runs from my fingers
Hoping I don’t run out of time
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 9:11 PM UTC
Your hair soft in between my fingers,
Eyes of brown where my gaze lingers,
First love, Late spring makes my skin tingle,
Eye opening bloom,
Year full prose runs from my fingers
Hoping I don’t run out of time
