He counted the freckles on my face
For the last time one by one
His hands felt like a safe embrace
Protecting me from the sun
Looking back it feels like a crime
How much I hated my freckles before
Because for the very first time
You made me wish there to be more
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PoetrySelf-written poems about my everyday feelings and thoughts to which some of you might relate.
