Stones...
The prettiest things I know of
Are the windows to you
I miss them as I miss you
Their shine, how they mirror
The littlest light, the colours
How they tone through the day
The pools of depth in patterns
Always changing, never ending
Are the windows to you
I miss them as I miss you
Their shine, how they mirror
The littlest light, the colours
How they tone through the day
The pools of depth in patterns
Always changing, never ending
7 Comments:
Beautiful. :)
It was a dream of mine to see my reflection in them, but they are most beautiful in the morning when her first smile emerges from them...
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Nice words.
nobody loves me, everybody hates me, think i'll eat some worms...
I love you.
I think of sleeping with you, after a day together. I think of waking up in the early hours, not moving in fear of waking you, but looking at you, planting the lightest of kisses on your forehead, pulling you ever so slightly to me, waiting for that smile...
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