Like sand in the hour glass constent pouring, every moment with you never boring. More and more i touch your face. Always knowing you'll be there, but touching just incase. Now my arms are open, tears fill my face. Now the grains of sand flitter out of space, as we touch hands always remembering this place.
Reason for writing:
A feeling that not even the words that it is used for can really tell you how much it means. LOVE
Birth sign: Aquarius
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