The way he kissed her
Galaxies forming in the rearview
Nebula swarming in the mirror
All your dreams coming true
The way he missed her
Stars twinkle in the hue
The sunlight drawing nearer
His breath the fresh morning dew
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Wow, this happened so recently 😌
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For you? I can’t recall the last time I was truly kissed or missed. But, I imagine his kisses to be the kiss of all kisses.
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Yeah for me,
Whose kisses?
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The guy I write all my poetry for. He’s not interested in anything about me. We’re not following each other. To him, I don’t exist.
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Ohhh, I was a little slow on th uptake.
Maybe there’s a guy out there writing poetry for you too. Waiting for you to notice.
Just heal and be as good as you are meant to and something you need and can grow to want, will come along
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Beautiful photo and a wonderful poem dear Delia. When someone can steal our heart with a kiss. We are in trouble.
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❤
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