every time your
piercing blue eyes
met my honey brown
it would rain
when your fingertips brushed against my skin
it would pour
now the sun is shining
and its so sickeningly warm
and we have turned
to ice
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Author:
mylittleheart (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
Sounds like 'it' stayed pretty wet there for a while before cooling off. I like your poem, Mylittleheart!
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