How This Should Be
Cool grass beneath my toes
Slight breeze tickling my nose
Warm hands embracing me
This is how it should be.
Cool lips against my cheek
Silent nights while I sleep
Whispering voice playing against my ear
Everything becoming more clear.
Cool hearts broken in two
Sweet kisses no more when I'm blue
Wishes that I'll never see
This is the real me.
Copyright © Audrey Hays | Year Posted 2013
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