Her eyes filled with delight
As her lover ambled towards her
She was perfection in her eyes
No words to describe her beauty
Their lips connected in passion
It was the fourth of july all over again
Butterflies swarmed in a frenzy in the pit of her stomach
She was her first and her last
All she was the magnet
And her lover was the metal
She was the dust
On her soft fingers
Two different souls
Emerged as one that night
It was like a dream
On replay in her mind
-T.A Parmar
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A Day To Remember
PoetryA collection of random poems. All the poems here are written by me and they're about my feelings and what I go through. It's my first time writing so I would like you to check it out and comment. It would really mean alot if you type in your thought...
