I remember waking up at dawn
Peering out the window at the purple hue
I've never felt so free, so warm
Until I was lying on that tiny couch with you
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Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
I Was 20 And You Were An Innocent Child Trying To Court Someone Who's Taken
I remember waking up at dawn
Peering out the window at the purple hue
I've never felt so free, so warm
Until I was lying on that tiny couch with you
