Water and earth.
by. Clara Cecilia CorderoSome nights are lightweight, others are heavier than a car over my shoulder and yet again I look away. The lingering feeling that your eyes leave on my skin is burning, and it amazes me the chance I have of feeling you at all. The trace of your fingers is non existent and yet I crave the moment our souls meet once again but you're water and earth away from me and I am from you.
The dark shade of your hair gravitates me and the way you stay silent makes me want to talk about you and all your talents and yet I stare at you and once you look towards me, my eyes leave you in a fraction of a second; feeling insecure for feeling too much for a person I barely know.
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