Smoldering under a paper moon trying not to let my mind torch my life. Dreams get caught in my hair while they play with the thoughts in my head. and if I could just borrow your fingertips for just a moment to my lips for just a moment i'd like to know your touch without invading without debating whether you or I are stonger when it comes to matters of us speak come to me a little closer in my ear a little closer i'd like to know your breath not the breathing your voice not the speaking but closeness that could bond us by matters of the soul... and, if I could touch your soul for just a moment see your eyes for just a moment i'd like to know your love without trial without denial of who we are or are not, at...all. charley
Reason for writing:
just felt like writing
Birth sign: Pisces
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