Dangerous
Keepsake
Restless.
I was restless that day.
I don't know what made me that way.
It was dangerous to be so near.
But I didn't really feel any fear.
I wanted the keepsake for my heart.
But trying to get it might get me torn apart.
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I'll check the comments to see what happened. But thanks for contributing. There's a certain sadness to the poem, but it's a good sadness. I liked it.
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