Tomorrow?
Under the dappling moonlight, with no person in sight.
Then with all of my might, and every spark in my soul,
I ruin my soles on a run to your soul,
To catch a quick glimpse from the perspective of my lips,
To quickly meet yours in a swift moment of bliss?
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
Tomorrow?
Under the dappling moonlight, with no person in sight.
Then with all of my might, and every spark in my soul,
I ruin my soles on a run to your soul,
To catch a quick glimpse from the perspective of my lips,
To quickly meet yours in a swift moment of bliss?
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