I'm wearing your black fleece cardigan
Wondering how you stole my heart again
Five years gone
And I thought this was done
But you're back in my life
And my heart, you've won
Something about you makes this situation rife*
And something in my heart beats different
No matter how long you've been away
Living in my heart, you don't pay rent
But I love you here anyway
*The dictionary definition of 'rife' describes it as a usually harmful, common occurrence, however, the manner in which it is used for this poem does not include harm.
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Passionate Poems and Demure Drawings
PoetryPoems and pictures, filled with back-and-forth, battling emotions. Some are lighthearted as can be, practically fit for a children's story, while some are dark and wild, taking a nature the opposite of mild.
