When your lips touched mine
for the very first time
a spark began to grow.
I never thought much
how the way we touch
could lead me to such unknown.
It started with a peck
which led to a heck
and now i don't know where to go.
Your deep blue eyes
like a setting sunrise
cast my thoughts faraway from home.
But the deeper i go
the less i want to know
of the way you look upon me.
so i sit here are stress
over pure pointlessness
to keep me from feeling alone.
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Final DownFall
PoetryA collection of poetry that means something. The loss of myself or someone close, Heart break and the mysteries of love.
