Thee

Every time we talk
my heart just starts to race
and I can’t wait until
your hands touch my face.

“Everything I give you,
is something you can’t touch”,
that is what you said
but you give so much.

Everywhere I go,
everything I see
all the things I touch
makes me think of thee.

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About leiastar

Poetic soul, lover of words, sinner... I know I'm in my own little world, but it's ok, they know me here.
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