Sometimes when I'm in the place between sleep and waking I follow the misty paths of my mememory My thoughts I follow down the path of what is what will be and what was But always my thoughts follow the path to you Of the times we spent with one another The sound of your breathing as you lay asleep next to me The touch of your hands on my body as we made love The little smile you gave me when you thought I was not looking Sometimes just those little things made me love you
Reason for writing:
Ok ok I'm a hopless case here but this wasn't for anyone just some random thoughts that came to mind
Birth sign: Scorpio
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