The cold threads of air danced through her hair
Her smile was pink and her skin was fair
Oh how I wished to taste her lips
Oh how I wished to take a glimpse
Of her wondrous, devious mind
She was truly one of a kind
I fell in love with her dreams
And the different world she had seen
I was too late, to foresee such a fate
That took her away from me
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Words And Oblivion (#Whattys2017)
PoetryRhyme, words, rhythm, and oblivion. | Crack open my soul Feast on my love Use my words As boxing gloves | - E This includes some dark and depressing poems, while others are uplifting. • If you are one of those who doesn't feel the need to push on a...
