the girl with coffee-coloured hair

She hit me like waves hit the shore,
I may not have been ready
but now I am sure.

I would allow her sea of a heart
to fill my lungs without second guessing, to have her be the reason behind my
last breath would be a blessing. 

To lock my hands in her
soft coffee-coloured hair, to feel
as though there was nothing else there; 

Just her and I.. with bodies intertwined,
if I could hold onto her for one last night..
I would be more than fine.

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