Anticipate my hand
Touching yours in the middle
Of the nightWhile I dream things
UnknownSmelling of vanilla
On your sheetsWill you not stop
When you kiss me
And never give me time to breatheLet me burn from your teeth
I like it when you touch my hair
To give me a reminder
You're still thereShow me what it was like
When we were too young
To remember it allGive me
The Mondays
You forget about workShow me what's it's like
To live without hurtLet me live
Within this silver painted
New York dreamTo forget
The smell
Of cigar smoke
In the endBaby, give this your all
Before I leave
And go somewhere
Where the grass isn't greenFilm me
In this moment
Where my hair is long
And saline
From all the short
Costal dreamsTell your friends to remember me
It's best
That I'm unseen
YOU ARE READING
Snowflakes in Spring
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