Touch that opens the window of my soul
As your shadow of your humble grace passes me by, I feel the rhythm of my soul is set free from the walls that surrounds me.
If beauty is define by your presence, please let me draw your pale brown eyes in to white canvas and let me scratch these words on the window of my heart.
I can feel your sweet embrace when you touch and open my door of conciousness, the door that leads me to your kind smile when you stare at me.
I’ve been on the alter of blackholes so many times before and when you open your arms to hold me, to catch my hand, I realize this is the day. The day that your touch has denied all doubts.
Remember me as your wild wind precious, as I will always remember you as my white rose.
If beauty is define by your presence, please let me draw your pale brown eyes in to white canvas and let me scratch these words on the window of my heart.
I can feel your sweet embrace when you touch and open my door of conciousness, the door that leads me to your kind smile when you stare at me.
I’ve been on the alter of blackholes so many times before and when you open your arms to hold me, to catch my hand, I realize this is the day. The day that your touch has denied all doubts.
Remember me as your wild wind precious, as I will always remember you as my white rose.
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