Thursday, April 9, 2015

You

You're my first hello,
And my last goodnight.
The person I don't want
Out of sight.
With your ice blue eyes
And slicked back hair.
You know I'd follow you
anywhere.
You're the sun when it rains
The comfort when it pours.
I can't explain how long
I want to be yours.

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