You and IA Poem by Madison.The flowers are pressed upon the brittle page Your gentle fingers fall upon each stem My heart drifts back in a subtle daze This is the day I remember when Your hand was warm and soft in mine You it whispered deep and low A secret lay in my ear that night A begging for you to go A wishing for you to stay The tempting, begging, pulling That was the secret in which my heart lay All of this I was willing. Now you and I in the quiet hours, Watch as we are pressing Flowers. © 2013 Madison. |
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Added on October 22, 2013 Last Updated on October 24, 2013 Author |