Non-Erotic PoetrySecrets told: she caresDo I lie when I don't talk?
Speaking words and rhymes
on the inside,
thinking I learned it from that girl
who could fly me to the moon.
Now there's condensation in the air,
heavy over hearts and rose petals.
Scattered love,
shattered glass,
broken hearts and renewed virginity.
The beat goes on,
but I am...
gone.
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