The first time
you held my hand
was on that ledge
before we jumped
a memory etched
like the cloud we said
looked like chimpanzees
playing cymbals
you freed my heart
that day
when you held me
under the waterfall
I should have kissed you
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
The first time
you held my hand
was on that ledge
before we jumped
a memory etched
like the cloud we said
looked like chimpanzees
playing cymbals
you freed my heart
that day
when you held me
under the waterfall
I should have kissed you
But you beat me to it
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