cicatrix manet - The scar remains
Fresh air filling my tired lungs.
Breahing for the first time.
Taking my breaths for you.
A new scenery reflecting my bored lenses.
Seeing for the first time
Unfamiliar senses underneath my fingertips
Touching for the very first time
Finally feeling you
Skrivet av FadingObsession, 2008-01-10 19:52