I sat alone,
Coffee in one and a book in the other,
People might think that my book was boring or that I was easily distracted,
The only reason that my eyes wouldn’t stick to the book,
Is the hope that I would raise my eyes to his, that he would give me his hands,
That he would let me hold them, kiss them.
- Author: wild fire ( Offline)
- Published: April 28th, 2018 12:22
- Category: Love
- Views: 13
Comments1
yea, read the book at another time
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