I wanted him in the bluntest way
I wanted his lips, his hands, his arms
I wanted him the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back
I wanted him the way rain wants to fall,
The way the sun wants to shine,
The way words want to be read
I wanted him to infinity and beyond,
To the millionth degree,
No amount of rain could douse the fire
I had in me for him
I think I'm in love again
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
