Falling
with every step crunching
crisp colors fallen from their
homes in the sky, my feet remember
being synched with the swift strides
of the man with sea glass eyes, our
hands entangled in a loving embrace.
as I sit in class listening to the
chipper ramblings of a wise professor
my thoughts linger to
a chill autumn night under a
star laden canopy; shared with
the one who holds my heart.
curled up next to a roaring fire,
my lips long for the soft kisses
that send shivers down my spine;
my slender fingers wish they
could run through the lustrous locks
of the man who will always be
the one
who catched me
when I was falling.
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