Past

Baylee

Never do I want

the taste of you to wash from my lips

nor your breath from my ear

nor the paths your fingertips trace

up and down my skin

 

But time steals it away from me

making the present

the past.

 

  • Author: Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 19th, 2017 21:50
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 21
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  • burning-embers

    Aaaaah somebody magic crossed your path. What a lovely way to write about their presence. Quite beautiful.

    • Baylee

      Magic seems to be the only way to describe it. Thank you

    • FredPeyer

      And 'never do I want' to stop reading your poems!



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