You ran your fingers through the back of my hair as I lay my hair on your chest.
You were the one who brought out my best.
You were the Sun and I was the colours you created as you gravitated across the sky;
we were brighter at the highest point.
As meadows and moors bloomed in your presence, they died in your absence and the cold nipped my skin with its sharp teeth.
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Author:
Niall (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 9th, 2017 15:37
- Comment from author about the poem: amateur - this first one is about my first crush.
- Category: Letter
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WELCOME NAILL ~ Thanks for haring your first poem' A sad experience but one most of us share. As we move through life Love comes and Love goes. It depends on the intensity of the loss ~ but ~ my attitude is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all ! I have learned the agony and ecstasy of Love through experience ~ not from a book ! Thanks for sharing ~ Plase check my Poem ~ BRIAN (UK)
Good write.
I like this more please! ww
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