Under the blinking stars
They observed, like watchmen guarding a prison
He came from the shadows
And kissed me until I didn't know
Which way was up and
Which way down.
A dream?
Maybe.
Mine?
Yours.
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Results of a Restless Mind
PoetryA book of poems created by a sleepless mind and an open heart "I'm sorry that my heartbeat is louder than my thoughts." Completed 11/8/20
Yours
Under the blinking stars
They observed, like watchmen guarding a prison
He came from the shadows
And kissed me until I didn't know
Which way was up and
Which way down.
A dream?
Maybe.
Mine?
Yours.
