It Kisses Me
It pulls me under,
it lifts me up,
it tugs at my strings,
it grips me,
it kisses me;
his smile-
captures me.
Posted on 02. Feb, 2010 by Olivia Bell in Uncategorized Poetry
It pulls me under,
it lifts me up,
it tugs at my strings,
it grips me,
it kisses me;
his smile-
captures me.
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