He's fingers rush though her hair

by Shenay   Apr 26, 2007


He's fingers rush though her hair as they
stare in each others eyes.
All the bad things that happened before
is out the door while the good things come though
the window.They really don't talk much they
know what they are thinking for they are one,
their minds and souls.
They fall asleep in each others arms dreaming
of each other tomorrow.

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