321 Readings | 3 Ratings

Her Window Faces The Street

She doesn’t collect hearts
she steals them

Her hands touch you and
you feel healed

When she sings in the shower
she sounds happy

Even though all the songs
are about regret

She doesn’t forget a thing
even small details

Her garden is a Monet
and smells like heaven
Posted 06/14/12
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