That I have none of my old peoms I just jotted down from my old computer *sigh*
I think I'm pretty good...
Shaking fingertips
underneath the tree
I'll touch you
you'll touch me
feel love slip through my fingers
like the taste of a bullet your presence still lingers
Your lips speak soft sweetness
Your touch a cool caress
I am lost in your magic
My heart beats within your chest
I think of you each morning
And dream of you each night
I think of your arms being around me
And cannot express my delight
Never have I fallen
But I am quickly on my way
You hold a heart in your hands
That has never before been given away
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Isn't the title enough? When I can be bothered I'll do a little typy typy
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