Saturday, March 8, 2014

Yours.

As I pick you in arms,
The smell of yours touches me,
Your texture so delicate,
You stay for hours with me,
Too captivated by you,
Putting you down is intense for me,
I knew your name in the beginning,
But now you spend days and nights with me,
I slipped in your world fearlessly,
Now your world is a part of me,
You showed me your scarred soul,
And your story remains forever with me,
What I experienced with you,
Is a spell I crave within me,
As I put down you carefully,
It feels as though I lost a part of me,
Even though I pick others,
You're never offended by me,
As I share you with others,
They become you and me.






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