Golden highlights, messy hair
If only I could
Just stand and stare,
Like the rest of the world
When you walk into the room
And that saudade feeling
As if it never was new,
And those silent stares
Which I wish we could share
For you always seem so distant
Even if you're too near,
Or maybe it's just me
Who's afraid to get close
Cause who would rather trade hearts
For moments we couldn't let go?
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Faint Lines | On Hold
Poetrythe crinkles by your eyes always remind me of the faint contrails that the jets leave behind, in the morning sky. copyright © 2018 by anna.