I often imagine how my life would be, if I have you.
Long car rides, shoulder kisses, and sweaty palms.
I wonder how it would feel to have you kiss me under the city lights, then I'll read to you my poetry until the break of dawn.
And they often make me sad, because the truth is,
I'll never know.
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The Writer and Her Twilight
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where twilight becomes your blanket to hide that you cry.