Angels

42. LullabyThere are nights when I wonder how you would feel in my arms and I drift into dreams of the color of your eyes and soft sounds of your breathing.42. Lullaby
We would laugh together our barefeet dancing
through green seas of grass, picking sun-kissed daisies to weave into our hair.
And everytime you cried, I would want to cry too-- during the skinned knees, and the failed tests, and the heartbreaks.
Instead of drying your tears, tonight I'm drying my own letting them fall onto
the soft folds of my pillow and thinking ab
= 3 = ~~
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//Claine
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