Best
the world is foreign when you're near.
i think there's someone at the door.
hold me closely
like i may disappear.
i adore,
i adore,
i adore
the gentle whispers, smooth as cashmere.
dear, we are not like the rest.
you are the best,
best,
best.
Copyright © Evelyn Rose | Year Posted 2016
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