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Words ( for Bri.)

Your words

covering mine,

vapor in the air.

Our love,

light between pale leaves,

translucent skin,

wilted roses pressed between pallid parchment.

In my eternal frost

I would give it all

just to feel the burn,

the scalding imprint of

you upon me

as I lay intertwined

in my safe haven,

my secret nook.

In your arms

I am beautiful.

– Eva M.M.

Thank you for reading and stopping by. Let me know your thoughts and any questions you have about me, this poem or 1withthepen in general.

“Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

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Author:

I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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