Martyr

Does everyone know? I mean truly know.


So young, so sprung and life has hardly

begun. 

And I already have this silly feeling

that something permanent has begun.

Then again, maybe it is his lips, his warmth, his

smiling face.

Oh my.

The way our heartbeats start to race

like their on a track, when my lips meet yours

The End

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