Wake me up with kisses.
Wake me up with a smile.
Wake me up to life.
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Softness
I looked into your eyes and saw them shine with a softness--and in that moment of warm tenderness, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, as a wave of nostalgia came crashing into the present shore.
That softness--I have seen it, I have felt it before. I saw it turned hard and cold with time; and how in return, it turned mine into sadness--as I shed tears longing for that tenderness to come back.
It never did.
That softness--I have seen it, I have felt it before. I saw it turned hard and cold with time; and how in return, it turned mine into sadness--as I shed tears longing for that tenderness to come back.
It never did.
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