i dream of your arms
around me, in empty hallways
lit by nightlights like dreams, imagine that
your breath would be like raindrops, maybe,
and i'll be the river
into which they fall, and i'd catch you,
lightly, i promise
we won't make a sound,
like mice on christmas eve, tiptoe across
holly staircases, tiptoe
on lakes, dance and watch
the moonlight shadow our
reflections, dance
around my dreams, in them,
and find that i would
fax you a smile, a rainbow, a
sunny day, even
my heart -
and yes, it's yours,
but only if
you hold me.















Comments
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Don't make a sound, shh, and listen; keep your head down, we're not safe here.
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Well, damn.
it'd be a bit boring if it wasn't, wouldn't it? =]
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Well, damn.
it would be a crime to say you didn't.
this is, by far,
one of my favorite things of your's.
it's absoloutely lovely.
i hope whoever this is for will be able to read it one day. because i don't know how anyone couldn't fall in love with your words.
they're almost as beautiful as your heart is.
<3
and i'm glad it is. =]
that means a lot to me.
and they will read it, haha.
it's not nearly as beautiful as i'm sure your heart is, though.
thank you. <3
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If you were the last person on Earth, how beautiful would your artwork be?
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