Remind me of,
What used to be us,
When we weren't just friends,
And we weren't just lust.
It felt so right,
To hold you tight,
Take me back,
Just for one more night.
I loved you then,
And what we'd been,
I love you still,
So let's love again.
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Poetry of Me
PoetryThis is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:
