Last LooksA Poem by Samantha.
The way he looked at me was like a mist in the middle of summer
It was smooth and subtle His half smile whispered,"this is our story" In my heart I knew this was just a moment A simple happening in a grand scheme But I hung on his every word His every look I archived in my mind
© 2014 Samantha. |
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Added on March 30, 2014 Last Updated on March 30, 2014 AuthorSamantha.Wasilla, AKAboutSarcastic. Funny. Nerdy. God. Music. Kids. Talking. Movies. Good hangs. Clean fun. Adventures. Books. Tumblr. Sleeping in. Late nights. Stuffed animals. Making up words. Weird noises. Koalas. Pictures.. more..Writing
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