How I hang onto your every word as if it were your last.
How the image of you in my head makes the corners of my mouth crease, the dimples on my cheeks deepen, my heart thumb another beat.
When will you go?
How I hang onto your every word as if it were your last.
How the image of you in my head makes the corners of my mouth crease, the dimples on my cheeks deepen, my heart thumb another beat.
