she says,
it might be what you hope it is.
what i hope it is.
that little tinge of what could be,
falling asleep in each other's arms,
falling asleep in each other's arms,
a cool breeze slipping through our hair,
through our locked fingers as we walked,
no aim..just each other's company.
a little more,
our lips brushing
as the rain
falls
and i hold your warm hands.
maybe,
if you care to dig a little deeper.
because i need you to find me.
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