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The Spark


	When we meet, when we touch, When I hold you close, and we kiss. It's in the air, and it’s in the moment, The spark - that I - so dearly miss. We had that certain special something, And we could’ve had it all, with effort. When I looked deep into your soft eyes, I told you I loved you, and I meant it. We were both so uncertain, back then, It was a risk I was willing to take. But you ran away, too afraid to get hurt, Not chasing after you; was a mistake. These dreams, visions, memories, haunt me, Like a stain, a shadow, a scar unhealed. Trust me on this; we can make it work, If only, if only; your heart wasn’t sealed…

720 days ago Reply

just one of those poems that kind of wrote themselves

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