What You Are

Wed, 08/14/2013 - 00:36 -- Frances

You are the color of my morning coffee

You are the sand between my toes

You are the summer breeze

You are Saturday morning TV shows

 

You are rosy cheeks on a winter's day

You are the music I fall asleep to

You are my grandma's quilt

You are my worn out shoes

 

You are a burning candle

You are sleeping under the stars

You are a night by the fire

You are all of my faded scars

 

You are  a train leaving the station

You are a balloon floating away

You are a painful goodbye

You were once today

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