take my hand and climb with me…

fifty two degrees: ‘a three-fold Utopian dream…’

I Miss You (acoustic) ~ Incubus

fifty two

Snap shot, solar flair. Shards of diamond, rainbowed. Streaming through the air. Though you say it’s hopeless, and I respect your point of view. Love loves on, regardless. If ever it was true. Thus committed to ether, the postal service see. Should you ever, find this. And your heart responds, in kind. Know I still dream, of waking. Twin promise, of your eyes.

The empty pillow next to mine…

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This entry was posted on November 21, 2012 by in Spring and tagged , , , , , , .


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