Before I even knew him
I think I loved him just a little
For every night I imagined
That I could lie safely on his chest
Listening to his heartbeat
And tracing his love line
With my questioning fingertips
Wondering if I were lying
Anywhere on it
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An Accidental Memoir
PoetryA collection of poetry from the time in my life where I was recovering from a broken heart
