She was drawn to him
They way his eyes danced with hers
In the darkness
Like two shooting stars
On the same path in the night sky
It was almost as if there meant to be
If she believed in true love
This would be it
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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...
