lay your head on my shoulder; wrap your fingers through mine. lean against my chest and gaze up at the sky. sigh with contentment, not out of dread. whisper sweet listenings that fill me with bliss; lean in a little closer and forget how to miss; gaze at me through lashes darker than ink; watch me follow you through thick and through the week. tell me you love me when the going gets rough; ill love through everything-even the tough. sense my stare when you gaze away fondly; im here for you now always, not leaving you lonely. when we lay in your truck and lean all the way back, don't think of or wish for what we lack. we lack nothing but words describe how we feel; the happiness and contentment stretching out between our deal. you and i love each other until the dying of the sun; the year spent with you and the future spent, nothing but fun. let the blush skies be our witness as we close on the day, completely entangled within each stay.
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Imagine This
Short StoryImagine This is a collection of various rants, or meandering thoughts I have or even some stories that I wish to bring to life instead of just living in my mind. A rather vague and flowery diary of my thoughts that I feel needs to be written or else...
