Love Poem: Before I Fall
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Written by: Tim Smith

Before I Fall

Most mornings are mundane a routine struggle to present a pumped up state of affairs to an already exasperated air [but this time it's different] soft breezes blow across my pillow brushing smiles upon my skin my eyes have been awakened as comfort keeps crawling in sun kisses dangle off my prism and for once I can finally breathe hopeful happens upon reason drifting in every gaze you see don't change past imperfections splashed about your walls life's too short for wasting just catch me before I fall