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 Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this: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.