Ficlets

Love rush(ya, its another poem)

Run don’t walk

I want to reach the feeling soon

The feeling that makes your fingertips tingle

The feeling that makes your heart feel constricted

But with the feeling of anticipation

Of the following events

Hand in hand we turn away from this skeptical world

fingers intwined, we run away

Away from daylight to our clandestine

You be the question, my lips will be the answer

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