We played what felt like
An orchestra, tuned to each
Touch, with a different rhythm
Each kiss had both earned and
Lost a level of flames, we learned
What mistakes people can learn in
Matter of seconds growing into Minutes of bliss, intoxicated and Rushed we made a mess of our feelings And thoughts, he plucked at my heart Strings, a note higher each time until They sounded like tear drops in a Room where echoes start to sound like Pieces of communication not quite Together.
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Sad Girl
PoetryPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
