Friday, 3 April 2015

I Wish



I wish things would have gone better. 
I wish my hands would have moved the way they used to.
I wish my soul would have been stronger.
I wish his lips would have caressed mine.

That was the last moment she saw him. The last time he talked to her with that sweet voice of his, the one that had also said "you are beautiful" many times. 





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