An image.

Your fingertips across my skin,
the trees swaying in the wind,
the clouds dancing above our heads,
the stones beneath us soft as air.
your voice sang the sweetest lullabies,
there was the sweetest sadness in your eyes.
You said you'd never want to see me unhappy.
Your hand slips through my hair,
your arm around me, and the air
in little clouds around our mouths.
Red-nosed smiles with wrinkles round your eyes,
sweet desperate tunes of soon said goodbyes,
haunted by your face as you're always on my mind
I can't believe you'll leave me behind.

How dare you?

28.11.10 13:25

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