As of late I've tried to touch you more, say words which feel like rosebuds,
So sweet and elegantly delicate,
And the more I show this foreign concept if an intimate relationship,
The more I fall in love,
The more I fall into your trap of smiles and fingers running through my hair,
The more I crave your kisses, your touch,
What happened to me?
Because darling,
I'm afraid.
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Silver Tears
PoesíaDid it hurt when you fell from heaven? Maybe. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED (A beautiful cover by @sophsimm )
