this feeling is nostalgic
your soul speaks to mine
your touch
the taste of your lips
the sparkle in your eyes
your laugh
your skin
our hands entwined
a summer without you is no summer at all
until we kiss again
i yearn for the fall.
is this what it’s going to be like?
i write you love letters while you’re out at sea
another night of you not holding me…
you ask me how I am
of course I’m alright
why must I burden you about my night?
it’s not always sunshine and daisies
in fact, it’s often a bit crazy
but when we’re together it’s all okay
like a double rainbow after the soft rain
eager to find the treasure on the other side
that adrenaline from a rollercoaster ride
adventuring with you feeds my soul
hold my hand please don’t let go.
be not afraid
our time is now
no worry
just wonder...
because one thing i've learned
life is about living in the moment
so here's to being present-
with you
About the Creator
berlin
How did the over-thinker get through life?
They would write out their thoughts.
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from death into life
Young Aldin of Wiloh had never contemplated death. It was almost strange — so many around him had the tendency to obsess over it, to clamor and claw almost desperately at their own perceptions of the end to know death as much as they could: when it would come, why it would come, where it would take them when it did.
By angela hepworth3 days ago in Fiction
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