Wednesday, May 27, 2009

When it's real, it's not supposed to make sense




Your hands are amazing,
oh the things they can do,
strum the cords, strike the keys,
run them over me

Your eyes are captivating,
deep, inviting, smiling,
sincerity, honesty,
all I've ever looked for.

Your lips are addicting,
funny how they fit perfectly against mine.

I'm holding the star, but can you find the sun.

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