And I sincerely hope,
that you cannot forget,
my cloud nine eyes and sugared lips.
My thin fingers on your chest, eyes flashing under neon lights.
I hope you cannot forget me and every sweet nothing spoken with damp hair and starry lashes.
And I hope everytime you touch her hair, you feel mine under your fingertips.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
And I sincerely hope,
that you cannot forget,
my cloud nine eyes and sugared lips.
My thin fingers on your chest, eyes flashing under neon lights.
I hope you cannot forget me and every sweet nothing spoken with damp hair and starry lashes.
And I hope everytime you touch her hair, you feel mine under your fingertips.
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