The Smoke To My High Poem by Dakota Ellerton
The Smoke To My High
You can be the pillows to my bed
you can be the snow to my winter
you can be the tear in my eye
you can be the salt to my shaker
you can be the beat to my heart
you can be the hand in mine
you can be the sun to my morning
and the moon to my night.
You can be the ring to my finger
you can be the smile on my face
Can I be yours?
Thursday, June 23, 2011
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5/10/2024 5:29:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Good job! ! ! ! ! In this poem you hit on a point too many young women have forgotten give and take are both two way streets.