Personal Getaway by Josephine Ferrara

The way you looked at me when you looked into my eyes, 

The way it felt when your lips touched mine,

The way it felt to have your hands in mine, 

Every little kiss,

Every little glance,

At any chance that I could get to have you in my arms,

It was all so perfect, 

We were perfectly intertwined,

laying there upon that field up in the valley,

with your wind blown hair and warm green eyes,

I swear it felt as if we were on Cloud Nine,

It felt as if it was our own little escape,

Our personal getaway.


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