poems burning October 18, 2013by heather anne I was far away, burning up. When he woke me I hoped it was you. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
Some call it red 
Wow.
sleeping
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secrets
This is a stunner. well done.
But the real question is: Was it him?! I hope it was 🙂 Otherwise he’s an idiot.
This makes me want the last word “you” to be me. (I’m burning up.)
Beautiful.
An introduction to a longer story?
Nice. Short and (not so) sweet. Love it.
I will always hope. It is him. Always.