Channing,
You were my first
Set the tone for the rest
Put my hand on the plough
Watched you grind and pow
You were my first hint
To the things I'll desire
Regardless of who comes after
You'll sit at my table forever
Your good looks were alluring
Those dance moves? divine
May have been why I came
Wasn't why I stayed though
Your voice was the magnet
Turns out I was made of metal
You opened you mouth and
I was fallen at your feet, fetal
~ young RC
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryLost letters Not because I was trying to find my way to you. Not because we were worlds apart. Not because I was in love with you. Because not. Because you were my muse. Because you were perfect this way, away.
