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My heart is tainted
by the sound of his voice.
I can only imagine the years he's wasted
tryna love me.
My skin is glowin
from his gentle touch.
I imagine him as the prince in this story.
I'm amazed by his trust,
A million beauties in the world
yet I'm his only.
My head is spinnin
from his smile.
I imagined his lips from the beginnin
against mine.
My hair is standing on end.
I imagine him as my lover
and my friend.
I know that I'm crazy
And yet he's still callin me baby
I'm all cried out, slipping into sweet dreams
while he's holdin me.
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Memories of Passing Strangers ( The Rain)
PoetryRandom poems about my life, my family, and my dreams. How life is in my eyes.