Last night we were holding hands
Frolicking beneath white sand
Last night we sat
Under the moon light beside a yatch
Last night we ran
Like kids and saw no one
Last night we hugged
All arms around smiles aren't smugged
Last night we were laughing
At jokes and counting
Last night he told me
That I'm the only one he can see
Last night we kissed
With all sweetness it is
Last night I woke up
Wept, a dream it was
9/16/15
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Hurled Thoughts
PoesíaWe hurl thoughts like we breathe every gust of wind... To the words never spoken. To the thoughts I have forgotten.
