Your hair was still wet
When I saw you that morning-
Like dew on flowers.
Stories on your skin
I wish you’d write my name there
In the darkest ink.
Fold up your smile
I’ll keep it in my pocket
Saved for a dark day.
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Your hair was still wet
When I saw you that morning-
Like dew on flowers.
Stories on your skin
I wish you’d write my name there
In the darkest ink.
Fold up your smile
I’ll keep it in my pocket
Saved for a dark day.
