It's like breathing for the first time.
Your kiss instils my once dead rhyme.
You wake me from a shallow trance,
You play music as our eyes dance.
I wonder "are you thinking of my lips?"
You prove me right with a simple kiss.
A smile returns to my heart.
A once-dead fire kindles its start.
Things changed when you had to leave,
But today reminds me to believe.
Finally; its been a week,
But today i can breathe.
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