it was dark and yet sunlight poured out of you,
straight into me.
it was warm and soft to the touch.
I expected it to burn and yet it did everything but.
it was like running my fingers through molten honey,
golden and sweet and everything I had ever thought love would be.
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crestfallen / a collection of poetry
PoetryCRESTFALLEN, n. dejected; dispirited; discouraged. a collection of words containing a variety of emotions. unsent love letters, unrequited feelings and poems dedicated to moments that could never be forgotten and are now immortalised in digital typ...
