Remember?

June 6, 2013

Remember me? The person who would hold those sweaty palms. The person who would kiss your rosy cheeks. The person who would fight through words instead of fists. The person who would bring imagination and creation to your mind. The person who would ties your shoes and fix your hair. Do you remember now?

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Beatrizz24Jun 7, 2013

I'm glad you remember. I'm glad we holded hands. I'm glad that every time we touched you had a sweaty palm. I'm glad for the first time you layed lips between mine. I'm glad that you knew that I was a women than a man. I'm glad that you knew that I would fight words between my hands, And tell you about the mystery in this given land. I'm glad that we shared memories, laces, hair, and hands. Because now that I found you; don't you dare leave my hand.

inthemorningofthedayJun 6, 2013

Do you remember me,holding your sweaty palms? Locking in both our arms and wiping the sweat off? Not trying to land a kiss on either one of your cheeks But going after your lips I'd let all your gloss stick The person who fought through words instead of fists? Every single time you were pist I'd insist to help get things fixed The person who brought creation to my mind? After reflecting off mine,ideas I left behind The person who tied my shoes and fixed my hair? Who would mess with all my pairs and spread gel everywhere? Yeah I remember, I remember now. -ITMOTD