sitting in the cab of your truck once again
[this ole' thing has become another home to me]
the sun shines in through the open windows
a cool breeze sweeps through momentarily
pushing my hair into my face
only to be moved by you
as you take in every inch of my face
and we stare into each others eyes as if this moment
[and please God forbid]
were our last together.
Author notes
10/2/07
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Comments
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in the last line do you mean our instead of out?
it's a nice piece.
"pushing my hair into my face
only to be moved by you
as you take in every inch of my face" -
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heh yeah. typed it up a little quickly.
thanks.
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