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Trouble


Graceful, he was

I saw fire in his eyes

Dirt on his hands

Frankly, I loved his little white lies

Every word he spoke

I'd weaken

I'm all shook up

And you're the reason

Contemplating your smile

And the way you see life

Distracted by the stars in your eyes

Every freckle was a constellation

You

Were always my temptation.

 
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jclift98

Hi, my name is Jordan and I love poetry. I am an aspiring singer/songwriter. I am 17 years old and from Idaho.

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upnorthdavid
Well stated! Every constellation...great line!

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