It would be so easy to fall in love with you;
Hell, I know you want me to.
If you were here,
I'd hold you dear.
But alas! You are not,
And I forgot
The way you taste
And how you made my heart race.
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PoetryNothing but a bit of random poetry in the form of jumbled thoughts.
Fifty Eight
It would be so easy to fall in love with you;
Hell, I know you want me to.
If you were here,
I'd hold you dear.
But alas! You are not,
And I forgot
The way you taste
And how you made my heart race.