Brush my brows with your thumb. Laugh when I wipe my nose over your cheeks,
Put your chin on my shoulder at night. Put your forearms against my spine.
Just pretend for me, even if it’s not always beauty you find.
A Journal / thought - blog by Doxy
"The past is a place of reference, not residence"
Brush my brows with your thumb. Laugh when I wipe my nose over your cheeks,
Put your chin on my shoulder at night. Put your forearms against my spine.
Just pretend for me, even if it’s not always beauty you find.