Im scared, you see... When I smell the wet grass.. I think of you.. I taste your lips, smell your breath, that mingles with the scent of morning coffee While lying in bed. It is you.. As always... Im scared, you see.. Because I recall Looking into your eyes, and then.. I saw every poem, every story and song.. That had ever been created. In the name of love.. And Im scared. You are supposed to be gone... L. E. V.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 19:38:54 +0000
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