It all runs
through my mind.
A beautiful thing;
a fantasy
of you and me.Snapshots of us
laughing by the
kitchen sink. Of
you buying me a
ring.And each day I
wake up to you,
and each night
I feel the warmth
of your embrace
around me.Wish I knew who
you were; think
I've seen your face
somewhere.
Maybe we'll meet
again, but for now,
I'll allow this fantasy
to live on.- E.A
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Bits and pieces
PoetryJust a few bits and pieces of poetry I've written over the years. |On-going|