I still remember
that late night in December
It was close to ten
Our eyes met briefly,
Maybe it was all pretend
I fell in love instantly,
But if I could choose to do it all again
I would have walked away
That would have been the end
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Bleeding Love
PoetryA collection of poems, leading you through Love, Heartbreak, and Healing. A reminder that love shouldn't cause you to bleed
