maandag 11 juni 2012

I don't ussually write love poems

Tickle me silly.
hug me to death.
sing out loud and steal my breath.

this goddess of mine,
this muze I don't deserve.
not in my imagination but here on earth.

whenever you can,
know I have your back.
stare at the moon and I'll be staring back.




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