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you were pure fiction.
i could have swore you were only a figment of my imagination,
a character i vision when i lay my head upon my pillow
and will myself to be succumbed in nightfall.
too good to be true –
the kind of man i heard about when i was young and naïve.
but when your hand cupped my chin and your lips molded upon my own, i then knew.
i was going to give you my heart.
and you may not have wanted it, and that was okay
but still, i gave it to you anyway.
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YOU ARE READING
Until the Last Drop
PoetryI was going to give you my heart; you may not have wanted it, and that was okay but still, I gave it to you anyway. © Christine Marie 2017.
