i stood right behind you
when the sun was still waiting
to explode over the borders
my breath slight and tenative
as to keep the smell of your hair
my eyes only left you,
their tired vision
demanding respite;
yet frightened of where you dream,
because somethings end
and before you walked away
to let the demons
stop their churning
you laid your hand on my cheek
pulled you closer to me
as if you knew
this was all there'd ever be.
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Strikes a note, maybe not a note I like to remember or think of but it strikes a note.
i concur.
she was quite the experience.
things like this, you hold onto.
you cherish.
even if they aren't meant to last.
There is still hope you can find what you are looking for, make the weather change make those feelings again.
Or maybe...
There are times I can hold her on a string,
When that moment leaves the world begins,
I wished I could have held everyones breath until I had none left,
A selfish desire to never lose that grip...
that's a nice little piece of thought, bd.
and yes, sometimes.
oh, sometimes.
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