~| b r e a t h l e s s |~



the way you wore your hair today
the curls escaping
falling to your
shoulder

the measure of your stride
the way you catch my eye
a blue i can't get
over

and every day i'm near you
is another blue sky
painted over
storming

the way you looked today
and when you smiled at me
as if to say
"it's nothing"

if it meant nothing at all to you
it was beautiful to me.


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