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<p style="text-align: left;">2012-06-14</p> <p style="text-align: left;"> </p> Den här publicerades 7/7 svensk och engelsk version


Paint love within a frame

 

Maybe I won't, get to touch
This sense of longing
Breathing in my heart
Never grasp
Your sweet LOVE

 

Oh no maybe I never will
Put my hands on,
What I’m feeling
Let you know that my arms
Are reaching

 

Oh no maybe I never will
Get to tickle your lips
With the magic in my fingers
A spell of honey
Meant to linger
On your SKIN

 

And maybe all of these thoughts
Are too loud
To leave a whisper
That they never will reveal more than a shadow
On the wall
Oh no maybe I never will

 

But my dreams are an artist
With a brush of gold
Somehow it could be done
So I’m painting the ocean
Just to dive in to you
I’m painting the sky
Just to watch sunrise dress your eyes 
In every morning
I’m painting you in my head
With yellow light under my bed

 

Oh I want to leave all of my colors
On your skin
Just to see you
More than by distance

Oh I’m painting all of my colors
And I’m waiting
For it to

 

Soak in

Soak in

Soak in

 

Waiting for it to...




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  Zachrisdotter
So beautiful it gives me the goosebumps...
your poetry touches me deep in loving poetic longing!!!
my thoughts are moved!
2012-07-08
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