Sing to
me with unfinished stanzas,
I
won’t let my love for you run
dry;
the rain softly treads on
my heart,
cooling the passion rising
like youth
rebelling for better days and brighter
sunshine; your embracing kisses
invisible to the naked eye count my
increased heartbeats and I want to
be there in your arms when I cry
poetry and sleep between the lines
of your lopsided handwriting.
-No credit
to me whatsoever, found it on
Tumblr.
AcidCreep · 1 decade ago
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this is beautiful.
*cries*