His eyes
His smile
His hair,
His Touch,
I carry them with me in the very back of my mind.
And when I hear that song or I write those words, I see you.
Like you're standing before me staring in my eyes as I drown in yours.
The questions we ask ourselves,
The position we put ourselves in,
To have hope even though you may be cut down like an innocent flower who only wanted to grow in your midst.
I carry you here.
I carry you there.
And one day you will carry me too.
On a day that will be much too late.
Oh how life treats us unfair.
When what we carry we can also break.
About the Creator
Mariah Nicole
Lover of Fitzgerald quotes , vintage books on pretty bookshelves , wildflowers, red lipstick ,and espresso. Love inspires me to write , some of the greatest romances come from such small beautiful beginnings.
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