Hands touch Mouths speak Ears listen Fingers dance Oh To be a passerby on a summer day Watching hearts unfold on a gingham spread
By Abbigale Dean3 years ago in Poets
I remember how we first met You were just a friend Until you weren't I never thought I’d find someone through that
I should have come to you sooner, Doctor. That would have been the smart thing to do. Maybe then, I wouldn’t feel like this -