it is my name tated across her heart...her lips
the tip of her tongue
releasing every love felt syllable.....
as we kiss, our souls touch n ways shallow minds could never grasp
we lay here chest to chest,
real against what used to reflect real
as we battle our surroundings... that are fake
our quicksand turning to useless dust,
never building bricks quite dense enough,
to lay a great foundation down...
now a thick layer of ice covers the ground of our lovez basement,
placed there to keep u and i out.....
i'll learn to live and love on n our disasters memory,
bkuz ill always rember the experience as it was....beautifully
...9&8
1 comment:
aww i love it!
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