Quite often I find myself reflected in a song. Like today.
Quite often I wish I could stay wrapped in your arms, smelling your perfume mixed up with your sweat, putting my lips in the little place on your neck, right above the collarbone, and mumbling stuff that you won’t understand, but I do.
I don’t know how you felt when I did that months ago, but I really felt good. I want that back.
snm.
The dark side of sunshine 