At first you were the summer breeze just palpable on my skin.
And I was in love with you, your smell, your touch, your soft tug at me.
But I should have known you would take me down, for you were the wind.
And I should have known you'd storm away with pieces of me.
And I should have known I'd never find myself, once you'd dealt with me.
But should you care, I was yours, even in your fury.
And I was in love with you, your smell, your touch, your soft tug at me.
But I should have known you would take me down, for you were the wind.
And I should have known you'd storm away with pieces of me.
And I should have known I'd never find myself, once you'd dealt with me.
But should you care, I was yours, even in your fury.
I just love everything you write. I was here, right now, reading almost all your posts and, I must tell, you're incredibly talented. Or just even sensible than the average people.
ReplyDeleteHaha I'm flattered, Thanks a lot! You'd be one of the few people who think so :)
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