No more…
No more than A whisper… I breathe Your name Out to The four winds… Just hoping yes, Hoping still One of them Will Someday brush Against your Cheek… And unexpected Goosebumps will Remind you Of the ghost Of us.
Tag: Goosebumps
Goosebumps
You don’t have to open your eyes, Love… Our story is writen in Braille on my skin. You just need to whisper to my ear, and my favorite memories are ready for your fingers to visit them, again and again…
Wonder, do you?
Wonder, do you ever? What the feel of your palm would be like on my skin? * Wonder, do you, dear? If you’d feel goosebumps under the tip of your fingers? * Like a braille message, begging you, never to take your hand away? * Wonder, do you? Tell me… If I’d sigh, If…… Continue reading Wonder, do you?
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