we still find all that we leave behind
Sunday, July 27, 2008
wanderlust
baby i want you
to hold my hands
they are cold.
they are waiting for you.
i want
you to tuck them into your pockets
and wait until i
melt into your heat.
please
come over here
i want to tell you
that you are beautiful.
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