Tuesday 10 October 2017

I’m wondering what it’s like to hold your hand.
To talk about personal things,
And to make that smile grow on your face.

I find myself infatuated by you,
Wondering how you are,
And what you’re doing.

When I think about the last time I saw you,
There’s an emptiness inside,
And an aching pain in my chest.
Because you bring me back to life.

I’m infatuated to you,
And I’m merely just a crack in your windshield.

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