In your sweet scent, I close my eyes and hold tight onto your arms. As if not remembered enough the smell of you, I breathe in small air and bottle your fragrance in the back of my mind, concealing it tight with an air-tight cover.
I hold onto to you. Physically, and within the depth of my heart. I think of you even when your face is only a delicate push away from my lips. I think of you as the raindrops trickle down the glass window, and I think of you as the beat of my heart elevates.
I snuggle closer and am thankful for your existence, and presence right beside me. I am thankful for your warmth, your tenderness and your love. I am thankful for being alive.
In your sweet scent, I close my eyes and hold tight onto your arms. And I...
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[09/01/17]
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Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
PoéziaIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
