You,
it's you,
beautiful as ever.
You,
it's you,
fragile as a feather.
Your skin on mine feels like sunshine,
your lips on mine taste so divine.
C.
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Subconscious Mind
PoetryMaybe someday, our aching hearts will mend, and the bond that connects us for a lifetime, won't ever be broken. ••• Subconscious /sʌbˈkɒn(t)ʃəs/ of or concerning the part of the mind of which one is not fully aware but which influences one's actions...
Sixty One.
You,
it's you,
beautiful as ever.
You,
it's you,
fragile as a feather.
Your skin on mine feels like sunshine,
your lips on mine taste so divine.
C.
