The Moment

by Dreaming With A Broken Heart   Sep 25, 2007


He was flawless.
Magnificent you might say.
Every time I was with him I got carried away.
The smell of his shirt, the dirt on his pants.
Together we shared every dance.
For when your with that special one, you get lost.
Only for a second you get caught up in that Moment

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  • 17 years ago

    by Norbert

    Nice poem!