The silver moonlight,
It glinted off your hair.
Your eyes were unforgettable,
The shade of green so rare.
Your lips were blood red,
The petals of a rose.
Your complexion flawless,
And a petite, pretty nose.
I remember you so well,
Your skin was golden brown.
Legs slim and sleek,
And not once did you frown.
I love to go back,
To remember, to reminisce.
I love to go back,
Remember what I miss.
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Beneath the dust of many years,hides your fears,your hopeless tears,. Caught up in the glossy photo-sheet, where your dreams and nightmares meet,.
#nightdwellers I know you felt it the way I felt it too Maybe we was cut from the same cloth, me and you.
#household. All that I have. A photograph. It's pretty much. An epitaph. A hymn for love. For you and me. And a love. That cannot be. A timeless shot. Your pretty face. Beautiful. Filled with grace.
I can see her in the rain, I can see her in the snow, I can can see her in the sunlight, In the stars, and the earth below I can see her in my head, I can see her in my bed, I can see her in the...
You were just a fling, I thought... But not at first you see...
The day the grey went away, 'Twas an eve of indigo blue. The moon was alight and the stars were ablaze. I stood and watched with you. The day the grey went away It was a breathtaking moment.
Her eyes. I couldn't look into them at first. Her eyes. There became a need, a hunger, a thirst. Her eyes. She couldn't look evil if she tried. Her eyes. They rendered me speechless and fuzzy inside.
#household A jewellery box Without any locks Is not the place To keep your socks. Nor is it a place To keep a fox Or your grandfather clocks Or any amount Of igneous rocks.
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