Thoughts, I Am Yours; While Swimming In Moscato Dreams

Each touch feels a little different each time..

Like air;

whispers into the air, maybe you’d prefer to be lonely.

Heart beating like a banjo, sweating reminds me that I live, this is the inspiration of a failed love story.

Foot steps fade, they fade, like a dried teardrop,

You’ll walk away, watch. And, I’ll watch; pained until the love stops.

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