Friday, August 28, 2015

Our time together, can only be described as a dance. It seems as if my present with you had me blindfolded And I just moved with my hand around your waist In a trance. Now that it's past I realized that it didn't matter what the world around me was .. It was a dance in middle of the burning street And only thoughts I could conceive . was sunlight on your body You in that ruffled white sheet. Now that the blindfold is off ...and what we have is past... I realize the meaning of what we had Every thought feels like a thousand goodbyes told together .. You know, I wish we could last. Forever. #QuixoticQuagmires #amwriting #writersofig #delhi

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