Hurry | Early Poems - Poem by Anna Maria
Pitter-patter goes the rain outside,
Thump, thump my heart.
the only one who can melt me,
Do you exist?
Where are you?
Are you in some other city, state, or country?
Are you in another world?
Are you right in front of me, and I am too blind, or afraid
to see that its you?
Please come. Set me on fire.
Flood my veins with warmth again.
Don’t you know that I long to love you?
When can we start growing old together?
I am already showing signs of wrinkles.
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