I catch myself daydreaming,
He's next to me in bed
I can almost feel his touch
On the slope of my back,
And I see us, together
We're in his car, windows down
My hair blowing and his giant smile
Or he's roughly pulling me into
A tight, gentle embrace
I feel his arms under my ribs,
When I close my eyes
I see old yellow film
Shot in the third person,
Only now I realize,
I'm just in love with the camera guy//
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10.13.14
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POETRY
PoetryMy way of getting the feelings out. Volume I •Published very out of order• •Feedback is always welcome• •© 2013-2015• (Was Some of My Soul but I got tired of the flowery hipster name so) ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Cutting, depression, suicide, emotional...
