If not for your sweet curves and sugar lips, how would I know bitterness?
If not for your striking grit, how would I know timidity?
If not for your heavy and boundless laughs, how would I know silence?
Your existence is the classroom,
your wisdom on the chalkboard,
an eager student.
But desire is clumsy.
I have lost my notes,
and you are particularly unforgiving.
Life lacks much sincerity without your expertise.
I must learn to walk the hallways without your hand clasped in mine.
FINAL EXAM ANSWERS:
A shattered heart is a powerful prophet.
If not for love, for lessons.
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It’s such a treat to read your words. Lovely as usual