alright, so my last two poems haven't been very great. so, i have two strikes (in my mind, anyway). this is my last try at poetry...three strikes and I'm out...so lets hope I'm not the Ryan Howard of poems and strike out...(i don't particularly care for this poem, so you can rip it to shreds if you want)
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Our faces were just inches apart,
My hand lay on his chest,
And felt his beating heart.
Rain poured steadily down,
And wind howled,
Far away from any town.
Our hair and clothes: soaking wet.
He smiled at me,
And our lips met.
And the world zoomed by,
And let us be--
Just alone with the sky,
For eternity.
