I crave the sweetest of things, intangible only in my dreams.. drifting down the softest of streams I float down a pool of these feelings. Being pulled by a golden string my heart flutters and sings, as I search for the song that happiness brings... but all I find is the painful sting. Always searching.
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Author:
MisKylie (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A little diddy I wrote after a couple glasses of wine 🍷
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Nicely done. Reads well.
Love it
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