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In this cold, your heart might catch Death;
The soft rain compliments the tears not shed.
Feet away, I can almost taste your breath,
Through your lips I can feel what needs to be said;
That's why I never left.
- by Poetic Progression |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/09/2011 |
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- Title: I'm Staying
- Artist: Poetic Progression
- Description: Hey, this is my first time in several years since I posted here, and my writing has come a long way since. Let me know what you think! I wrote this poem to a prompt about a kiss.
- Date: 08/09/2011
- Tags: staying love lips heart kiss
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