Fevered dreams

Sep 10, 2010 14:20


I remember that time when you were unwell,
and I touched your forehead gently
and felt the warm flush of fever against my skin.
You were so fragile then, as you raised your cute little head
and gave that familiar obstinate expression I knew so well.
Huddled in your jacket, refusing to rest,
how much I longed to hold you then,
and make everything alright ( Read more... )

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zced September 17 2010, 05:44:01 UTC
I think he did it more for lily >_

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