Her
The way she talks, way she smiles, everything she does. How I long for the day we meet. For she is 8 hours away. The day our bodies go in sync with one another like a crisp beautiful melody. To have her in my arms. Wake to her! How I cant wait to see a smile flow across those full lips. 5 more years is all. To have her in all the purest ways. Little does she know. I'd wait many more.
Copyright © Kristyn Tustin | Year Posted 2016
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