My mind is forever playing with words: throwing them, catching them, mixing them up, and rubbing them together to see what happens. I am learning that when they spark, ignite and catch, it pays to take note(s). Even near midnight... the words 'a near kiss'...and this is the note I made.
Titanic Love
It wasn't a near kiss
I had her.
Then she was gone
Like a ship in the night.
She slipped away
My cold heart had struck again
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