Come Close ~A Poem~
Kiss me like you mean to through the tears, the argument, the morning-after shame.
Learn my stupid songs, the bits of me I swear away when I’m nervous — then brag about them like trophies.
Soulmates, Silver Linings, & Love Written in The Stars
“My mom is the oxygen that sustains the air-flow to his lungs. She is the reason his heart keeps on beating one struggling tick after another.
She is the life force that surrounds this man’s aura.
And I noticed for the few days my mother was admitted in the hospital, once she was removed from his electromagnetic field—the light fading slowly around my father as his worry grew.”
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