Hearth
She wears a feather in her hair,
With a thin and gentle frame.
She bears fiery hazel in her eyes,
With but few and quiet words.
She has a bright smile, unmatched in heart,
The pulse of love's resounding throb.
Stupified
With every photograph, It seemed like my world collapsed I was enamored with your memory last summer, And now, I'm inebriated to a limitless stupor. I'm shocked at the beauty you've become, It's terrifying and spellbinding. I'm afraid to give what I have to you, Though I know you'll open wide your arms. Slap me, and wake me from this dream. It's impossible to shake free now... ...But, I love it.
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