My love , do you remember the festal days of February? When my lips tug at your own to rid of the one in my heart that felt angels choir at the breath when we pulled away ? We are miles apart but i feel your skin on mine everytime you tell me not to worry. Your tight embrace reminded me of every time i felt protected . I was, in the most sweet sickening way in love with you and for the first time in my story i hold on because you feel the same way.
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My love , do you remember? - (a short poem)
RomanceJust a short poem on something that I went through in the last few month , a collection of each month of how I fell in love so brutally with someone whom I'd let them drag me to hell just so I could hold his hand on the way down. Here I leave a pa...
