Feelings
infringe upon my empty heart, though it never ever starts, to beat uncontrollably, unless your sitting beside me, to the skies we stare, only hoping to very soon share, that, soft amazing touch, wanting it more than just a bunch, tears flowing form our faces as we wonder whats to come, and glare at the fading sun
Copyright © Brock Gamble | Year Posted 2012
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