Cherries: A Poem

cherry-stained finger tips and silent lips ribs cracking as my heart leaves my chest
this mind of mine wont allow me rest

eyes locked behind the glass
how I long for this feeling to last

breath quickens as we exchange a glance
it wasn’t long before I asked you for a dance

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