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there you are, at the edge of a cliff,
inching forward
'til your toes settle on air.
leaning forward,
pivoting on the balls of your feet.
the wind is the only thing holding you up.
you lean too far.
you give in to gravity
and fall.
there you are, at the edge of a kiss
inching forward
'til your nose settles on his.
leaning forward,
balancing on the balls of your feet.
his touch is the only thing holding you up.
you lean too far.
you give in to his lips
and fall.
- by TenebrousLyke |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/29/2009 |
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Lilith Celestine17 - 07/02/2009
- I really enjoyed reading this. Keep on writing.
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