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It wasn’t the skin
It wasn’t the flesh
Not even my chest
Brushing her breasts
It wasn’t my shirt
It wasn’t her blouse
Not even a sound
I swear it was silent
As could have been aloud
The hands were exchanged
The souls got quaint
Distances got chocked
Struggling on scale
Two patient tourists
Too careful to fall in love
Sealed the envelopes
Too unsure with words
Messenger boy knew the world
High land trekker was the girl
Losing champions didn’t want to drown
Got submerged in a hug
been a while since i had last posted .... was out on a trip ... nice to be back
It wasn’t the flesh
Not even my chest
Brushing her breasts
It wasn’t my shirt
It wasn’t her blouse
Not even a sound
I swear it was silent
As could have been aloud
The hands were exchanged
The souls got quaint
Distances got chocked
Struggling on scale
Two patient tourists
Too careful to fall in love
Sealed the envelopes
Too unsure with words
Messenger boy knew the world
High land trekker was the girl
Losing champions didn’t want to drown
Got submerged in a hug
been a while since i had last posted .... was out on a trip ... nice to be back
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The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
it only makes today worse.
see ya
good poem!
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green