I bury my face in your sweater, As the wind upon my face gets colder, Find the solace I've been searching for, In the comfort of your shoulder; Breathing in the salty air, Hearing the ocean roar, I am in your arms, And can ask for nothing more; Except the finite of time, May I just erase? So that everyday of eternity, I am lost inside your space...
Reason for writing:
just came to me.....enjoy!
Birth sign: Aquarius
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