19122013

There is the sun I find in your eyes,
the beauty in disguise,
the words running through your vein,
your laughter before the pain.
I sense your hands – as cold as ice,
I feel your touch – devilish vice,
I may have heard your voice before
and I may want to hear it more.
Sing to me, for I have waited too long,
Hold my hand when all seems wrong
And I will try to guide you through
For I already know where we should go to.

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  1. Amazing read!
    I can’t wait to read more of yours, cause each of them seem to bleed trough a part of your beautiful, beautiful mind.
    Wonderful.

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