Refill
I have so much love for you. It not only fills me up,
it drips out of me and my pocket, I can’t stop it
from nearly landing on my brand new shoes.
You could catch it before it hits the ground
and wrap yourself around it. Hold it,
give your lips a taste, or maybe just a tender touch.
You would catch it. ‘Before it’s wasted’, you would say,
‘And my mother , she taught me not to waste anything.
No, never waste the small things, as they could be gone
in less than a breath.’ But this is not a small thing.
This cannot be out of stock, this cannot be blown away
by any force of nature.
My secret? Your kisses, my instant refill. With every whisper in the dark,
with every touch, in love I fall. So take it easy, take it all.
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| lolo: | Maandag, januari 11, 2010 08:48 |
| wauw madame 3 | |
| Omni Allumini: | Maandag, september 07, 2009 18:22 |
| nice!! :) | |
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