Saturday, 22 November 2014
There is a love I reminisce,
Like a seed
I've never sown.
Or lips that im yet to kiss,
and eyes
not met my own.
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
and arms
that feel like home.
I wonder how it is I miss,
these things
I've never known.
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