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Pouring Heart
- Gurdit
- May 25, 2023
- 1 min read
You walk back in,
Creeping in the middle of the night,
Holding on to me like you've never left,
And whispering sweet words like you never stopped,
And I let you,
Maybe because I need them,
Or maybe because I don't yet know,
What it means to have a lot more,
Than the bare minimum.
So, I pace myself,
And stop before I run,
Towards you with my arms open,
But, when I hear you take my name then,
I melt and smile wide against your skin.
Go slow,
My heart warns,
But it is itself pouring,
Everything without measuring an ounce.


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