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She grips her sides with laughter He kisses her through his smile. She looks into his eyes at once And they radiate his joy. She comes around the corner Just moments ago she was nothing, But when she glances at them She becomes all things at once. She cannot let this show now, To him or her or others. They have something together, So does she. So she goes off to her lover And they share some time together, With all the laughter and the kisses Those two shared. But every chance she gets She will peer around the corner To catch another glimpse of them To covet their true love. And then one day they spot her. They catch her hand in passing And hold on to her breath Till morning comes. They all share in this feeling, With him and her and her. They're caught up in emotion When the sunrise light breaks forth. And she leaves her magic slipper Like a modern Cinderella, But as they hold it in their hands It is her heart. So she goes off to her lover And they share some time together. With all the laughter and the kisses Those three shared.
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
Love around the corner.
She grips her sides with laughter He kisses her through his smile. She looks into his eyes at once And they radiate his joy. She comes around the corner Just moments ago she was nothing, But when she glances at them She becomes all things at once. She cannot let this show now, To him or her or others. They have something together, So does she. So she goes off to her lover And they share some time together, With all the laughter and the kisses Those two shared. But every chance she gets She will peer around the corner To catch another glimpse of them To covet their true love. And then one day they spot her. They catch her hand in passing And hold on to her breath Till morning comes. They all share in this feeling, With him and her and her. They're caught up in emotion When the sunrise light breaks forth. And she leaves her magic slipper Like a modern Cinderella, But as they hold it in their hands It is her heart. So she goes off to her lover And they share some time together. With all the laughter and the kisses Those three shared.
This will forever be my favorite poem that I have ever written. I love it.
roots-buds-flowers
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
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