Nothing bad- just the pure bliss of crashing
My mind wanders into the depths of the future. How can this be? So soon.
Too soon
Who knows
My grace- sweet, beautiful, blissful, grace is what you have become to me
The seconds pass like days while I am not with you
The comfort you bring me is truely wonderful- truely beautiful
like you.
It is almost as if my endearing thoughts are distant- almost like a dream
Catch me? You do.
Hoping is all I can do
You are like the sweetest breath of fresh air the earth has allowed me to intake.
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