Thursday, February 17, 2011


When I leave
I can still smell his smell on me
When I do I can't help but smile
And miss him

When I kiss him
Happiness surges through me
I only want to do it again
And I am happy

I wish he were mine
But I am content
With what we have
For it is wonderful

He is so small and fragile now
A blank slate with nothing but potential
Yet already he is a work of art
Pure and new
Cerra Hawkins

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