A poem split..

  • The tiny lips I remember against mine were Magic. Bliss. How can I live a life of Bliss without the beckoning of your sweet addictive breathtaking kiss. A tiny crush so AMPLIFIED and M A G N I T I Z E D. I now fight with myself. It's a fight to the death .. But for you my perfect autumn day... I'd do anything. It rushes to my mind and feeling like just a split-second it abandons me without reconciliation... why?