Foggy,
Thoughts of you
steaming in my head,
n its all i think about now,
your love the veary air i breathe,
Tired n i fall into your arms,
as if it is the only home i have ever known,
n smile and cringe at the possibility
that this will continue to grow,
through the winters and the tough days,
even when my smile is lost,
n my beauty decays,
N i lose myself into the
dark days,
before your love came,
giving me back my shine
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