ArtA Poem by Mae ArrowoodWhen I painted your lips on the canvas, a shiver flew down my spine, spreading to my roots and resounding in the ground. Even as a replacement for your touch, I could taste your cologne, feel your voice. It was as if you had surrounded me in an embrace, and our hands had broken the barriers, forming a bridge to each other. I painted on your eyes, and their gaze melted me. I dribbled down the steps, leaving a trail of longing behind me. Then I looked up, and it truly was you. A stale greeting was offered, nothing more, and as you turned to leave, the wind from your shoulder took my breath away. and I still can't breathe.
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114 StatsAuthorMae ArrowoodAboutI am in college just trying to figure everything out, and the best way to do that is through writing. So help me figure things out guys more..Writing
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