no day but today

Mon, 08/15/2016 - 12:24 -- xanayra

my past runs up my wrist

all i know of is your soft kiss

with placid fingertips i do sure miss

the way you'd love me with no list

thinking of your coffee eyes

never came as a surprise

for once you came in my mind

and won't leave till the end of time

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