I ran my pale, little fingers
In your caramel soft hair,
As you laid on my hips,
It reminds me of the sunset
I have been looking for
Certainly, my whole life
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A Hopeful Romantic
PoetryIt was never hopeless, when it is raw It's always hopeful, just so you saw On the forming pieces of something lost, words can fill the vow. As souls come along, ropes hang low. You and I, might be the reason for a while. In the day dream, can friend...
