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february eleventh
by Ava Blu
our love is like lavender,
the scent whispering in our sheets
and layering our lives with just a touch of passion;
we have no need to scream,
to puncture our lungs for the world to see
how red we bleed,
for our love is just another stop
on the way outside.02/11/2009 Posted on 02/11/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/12/09 at 12:55 AM I really like that second stanza. It's a good sentiment, and you express it wonderfully and free of any cliches or anything that could be considered over-the-top. |
| Posted by Shonda Creemer on 02/12/09 at 03:54 AM I really like this. |
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