You are the breath behind a whisper,
A lyrical exhale;
You are the pause when arms wrap around,
Afraid to then let go.
You are the rush before a jump
Into the unknown;
You are everything I need.
You are poetry.
Everything I need. in Thoughts.
- Sept. 21, 2017, 11:39 p.m.
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