First Bits of Poetry
Here's the first of many little bits that will end up on my fridge door. Hope you enjoy them.
I run from your rain
but trip into
your storm of love
These dreams leave
a void in my head
my thoughts possessed by you
If I am your delicate goddess
then you are my luscious peach
I run from your rain
but trip into
your storm of love
These dreams leave
a void in my head
my thoughts possessed by you
If I am your delicate goddess
then you are my luscious peach
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