Our lips meet we as one colliding to form a supernova, my mind fades and the room gets dizzy the touch and feel is all I need, the feeling doesnt fade the spark is lit and the fire burns bright as I see the wick in your eyes, the beginning of the story begins untold future awaits
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poems of the past
Poetrypoems I've come up with from my past and my present that I shall present on display
