SOCIAL MEDIA

Tuesday, 10 October 2017

Dear You...

I can hear you saying my name,
In the back of my mind.
The sound of your voice,
Makes my heart race.

You’re making me want to write love songs,
And write letters for you.
You’re making me wish,
About all the pretty, little things.

Your smile makes me swoon.
And standing near you,
Makes my knees go weak.


Random thoughts.

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