Soul Without Borders
Thursday, December 15, 2011
A Chill
This thumb on your lip,
to remember for eternity...
I remember and try to forget.
Why can't I be free to love you?
The forest in your eyes,
like magnets to mine of sea...
In those split seconds and minutes,
everything is bliss.
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