he finishes me off with his sweet September lips
clipped on the wire; he holds me accountable
leaves me hanging- there's questions on my tongue
waiting for love to boomerang back.
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A Few Thousand Nights
Poetrya poetry about the ups and downs of life, love, and hardships
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he finishes me off with his sweet September lips
clipped on the wire; he holds me accountable
leaves me hanging- there's questions on my tongue
waiting for love to boomerang back.