It is too late for grand interventions;
I’m too far in to turn back now.
Don’t waste your breath
Dissuading me from my feelings;
Reminding me of every time I said
It would be my last time;
Pointing to your salt-crusted shoulder,
The one I’ve always cried on.
I can’t help it…I’ve fallen for you.
And you might think it’s a mistake.
But here’s the thing,
I already know it’s a mistake
I’m willing to make.
January 17, 2018 at 2:01 pm
Great poem. Loved it!
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January 17, 2018 at 7:49 pm
Thank you 😊
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