Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
The quiet station Your lips were poised to meet mine. I hesitated.
0
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
Hesitation
The quiet station Your lips were poised to meet mine. I hesitated.
Can't remember who this is about. Clearly, I didn't follow through.
timmytwotimes
Written by
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem