In the bed we lay
The gentle wind causing the curtains to dance and sway
Remembering the kiss
A feeling I'd always miss
You hummed a song by Ed
A tune that could save the flowers from being dead
You looked beautiful that day
Little did I know you'd be gone by May
YOU ARE READING
I think you think too much of me
PoesíaIt's 9 in the afternoon and your eyes are the size of the moon...
