Give.

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Our love was a constant exchange of hearts and willing counterparts.

I gave him a smile, he gave me his time.

He matched his quarters with my dimes and we shared lunch, we shared laughs, 

we shared kisses which some of them he never asked, but i enjoyed those as much

as the ones that were given.

He gave me friendship, I gave him endless joy.

I gave him a partner, he gave me crime.

I was his Bonnie, he was Clyde.

We enjoyed a spree of love robberies.

 He gave me happiness and i gave him peace, 

We both took pleasure in the little things.

 I gave him my hand, he gave me his last name.

I gave him my heart and he gave me his.

I gave him lives and he gave me promises.

I gave him my smile once more and he said if he ever lost it,

it would be the death of him....

  • Author: Oraisha Roberson (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 4th, 2017 22:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: sometimes i write about love i might encounter later on in life...
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 11
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