wrote in my german class ;D


You left...

Your hugs, your kisses
Never misses
A Chance to hit my heart.

Just to hold me
Fills my heart with glee
Then you have to go home
I'm left here to condone.

But you smell still lingers
To the tips of my fingers.

~I miss you + love you my sweet~



Poetry by Holly Andrews
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Written on 2010-02-09 at 13:47

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