It is interesting
how I keep dreaming of you
on those nights
after grandpa is in the hospital.
Baby,
the last guy
brought me
harm.
Surely,
you do
not represent
death.
Baby,
do not
bring me
harm.
Surely,
you represent
joy.
Maybe,
you represent
hope.
Oh,
baby,
no matter what you represent,
know that you
have made my dreams
with only your bright smile
and your tender lips.
I think your soul
is the most lovely thing
about you,
my lover.
~ Taylor-Anne
November 8, 2018.
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My Bittersweet Tangerine Heart | 2
PoésieHighest Ranks: #1 in poetrycommunity 10/11/19. #6 in poetrybook 10/11/19. #2 in eroticpoetry 2/10/2020. Created & Published: 10/24/2018. Completed: 10/19/19. This is the second collection of my poetry. Welcome, these poems are a continuation of...
