“You’re the scent of the sun on my skin, you’re a snowflake in summer.
Wood, rain, musk, sun, snow, earth.
Your skin on mine. Your heart racing with mine. Your eyes hooked in mine.
Your beauty is unfolding, and yet, so fragile, breaking into a million of pieces.
Like I said; snowflakes in summer. They sparkle into the light of the sun, fade under the moon. And I sit here, waiting, loving you whilst being an unloving individual, watching your skin stretch and reduse.
Two souls, one heart. Always.”
-me
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