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B.B. Loring

Rookie - 41 Points (October 24,1995 / Maine, United States)

I Ran Through Forests Of Pine


By the steady beat of a drum
The sound of my heart
I ran through dirt roads
And forests of pine
To find were you slept
Cold toes
And trembling hands
Standing before your porch
Under the stars eyes
And the listening moon
Dirt under my fingernails
and scratches down my legs
A mess from holding this pain
From only dreaming of you
For far too long
Finally,
I gave up my heart to you

Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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The last lines I wrote for my first love

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