And our perfectly unplanned evenings
I love you like the perfect cup of coffee
And the breaths that pleasantly stop me -
- From worrying or thinking at all:
I love you like a dangerous free fall.
A pressing moment Weighs on the poet To finish her sentence As she currently knows it Urgency quietly calls Through paper-made walls In a form that makes sense Of the daily rises and falls If left unfinished, it never will be For the way life unfolds so quickly.
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