She deserved to be kissed.
Held.
Made love to.
But her hearts on the floor.
Next to her shirt.
And her underwear.
She's my friend.
Together we are.
Two fallen Angels.
Tip-toe-ing our way through God's back door.
Hiding out in Heaven.
For this moment.
- RIPMC
LOVE this poem. It really is a reflection of the chaos which is my current love life. Oddly enough im content.
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