Hours pass, but it feels so soon;
Every looming shadow dances,
Races, prances across the floor.
Life more or less escapes
Into and out of the drapes;
Not so, however, when forever
Deliberately insists on
Attaching itself to your lips.
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All In (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem for someone who took a piece of me and broke it. Part 4 of 8.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
beautiful simplicity of honesty..
thanks for sharing
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