I want to know who you are in this life, the next, and every single one that follows.
I want you to show up at my front door and kiss me before I go.
You may not know my favorite color, or what I sound like when I snore, or the foods I hate, or the gregarious person I really am but I do know that being with you felt like the heaviest solace blanket.
Kiss me and remember what I taste like, if I linger in pleasure, kiss me harder.
Please.
I would do anything for just a second of you again.
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Roses In The Sun
PoetryA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
