there is one that forms the curve of your chin
my cold nose rubs up under it
there is one, a circle, in the depths of your eyes
mine gaze longingly into yours
there is one that curls your lips, caressing smile
my cheeks warm under your stare
there is one that stretches out to your sturdy hands
i lace my fingers through yours, sighing
there is one that connects your heart infinitely to mine
i hold on tight, never letting go
so i joined this new writing website that is totally bomb and the first poetry topic was lines.
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