On the left side of the window from the inside
The city lights meet her skin to reside
The capitol's reflection resigns in her eyes
It kills my worriments and makes me alive
Her bright happy grin touches ear to ear
A creation of memories we closely hold dear
Hamilton's playing through headphones we share
As she's laughing and dancing like nobody's there
I'm thankful it's dark or else she could see
How stupidly red-faced she's making me
A sensation I'm far too helpless to fight
And I'm thinking I fell even further tonight
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
