LilkelPixy
Bluelighter
A smell i won't forget
the smell of you in the
crisp, cool air
A feeling so intense,
arms that held more than
just a name
Your fingers ran through my hair,
your cest became the
cradle to my tears.
for so long i'd wanted
someone to hold me while i cried.
And you, you held the tears.
~Pixy
the smell of you in the
crisp, cool air
A feeling so intense,
arms that held more than
just a name
Your fingers ran through my hair,
your cest became the
cradle to my tears.
for so long i'd wanted
someone to hold me while i cried.
And you, you held the tears.
~Pixy
