Like flower petals in a puddle,
I’m hanging on,
missing a place I don’t want to be.
Your face,
your words cling onto my memory.
That sweet moment’s suspended in space.
Petals are soaked,
feeling the cool water,
I’m open to the future.
I’m still wishing I could take you with me.
Your face,
your words cling onto my memory.
I’m out of control,
policing no thoughts,
not guaranteeing I won’t think of you.
Come hang out,
spend some precious time with me.
You’re not all I think about,
but you’re a close second,
No, more like
all of the time.
Dawning Creations 
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