There's this belief I hold
After every dark night
Rises a sun tinged in gold
My memory is intact
The way your lips curled
Yet here you are, back again
Knocking at my door
I'm looking at you; pounding heart
Should I keep you out
Or can I brave another new start?
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INCOGNITO: A Collection Of Short Poems(Finished)
PoetryHighest yet: #35 Heartburns and burned down homes.
