Forgive me
If I stumble and fall
For I know not how
To love too well
I am clumsy
And my words
Do not form as I wish
So let me kiss you instead
And let my lips
Paint for you
All the pictures
That my clumsy heart cannot
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
