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Christopher Heinrich Poem
Your heart on mine, beating in time.
I guess this is what they call true love.
Though lovers be lost, our love shall not, we are nothing.
Tonight we'll pledge the end for I am eternal death.
Every moment with you is a breath,
I can no longer exhale.
Wait out the evening in search of you, you bleed me dry.
For a chance of closure and compassion as lonely and dead as the evening sun.
Just another person in search for purpose and salvation.
Remember me, as the cold air that hits your lungs.
I guess this is what they call true love.
Copyright © Christopher Heinrich | Year Posted 2014
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Christopher Heinrich Poem
I've become familiar with you. I shouldn't have, but I wanted to.
Your caricature in my mind, runs so deep with a smile so wide,
with lines that were yours. I can't help but be into you.
These four walls to hear me, these four walls to sleep.
They speak the words I’ve always wanted to.
They say that you can never change the seasons, I kind of guess it’s true.
Please don’t forget me. I won’t forget you. I never wanted to.
Copyright © Christopher Heinrich | Year Posted 2014
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