for him - with no promises by x-dainty-dreamer-x, literature
Literature
for him - with no promises
you asked me to write -
to tell you exactly what happened
because you say you werent really there
and youd like to know
(but i dont know if i was there either
so we might have a problem)
i remember the smell of grass
and poppies. your hands upon my hips
your chin resting gently on my head
the sound of silence being interrupted
by every breath you took
and every breath i tried to hold back
i remember spinning around
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