The way your name makes me feel weak is extraordinary,
They way it's shaped across my page is art masterpiece.
It dances around my tongue and sends out butterflies,
And how it taste so much like white lies.
It's my weakness and my revival,
The way it makes my stomach flip is incredible.
Your name is your weapon against my demons,
And it can bring me to the heavens.
Be careful of using this special gift.
It has the power to drive me off the cliff.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
