Hit the ground running.A Poem by Sarah McKeever HittSome of my better days hit the ground running and bring me straight to you. How could they not? You are everything to me
The moment that the day breaks I think of the little things like your pinky swears to forever be mine and the ice cream cones at midnight. How could I be so lucky? I have never heard of love like ours before.
© 2011 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Added on April 3, 2011 Last Updated on April 3, 2011 Author
Sarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |
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