Open Poetry #44 |
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Damn the Touch that be Not His |
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AAB Member
since 2008-04-10
Posts 99Canada |
Your hands upon my thigh, Your eyes watching mine But I dare not look unto those eyes There not the eyes I need -never will never have been- I close my eyes, There perfect now The face I need to breath. Your lips on mine, They’ll never respond to yours, I barely can feel at all. Nearly scream out his name. Damn Your hands, There almost like his. Damn your lips, That they taste unlike his. Damn your touch, I long it was his. "Death cannot stop true love, all it can do is delay it for a while" The Princess Bride |
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Boshii2 Member
since 2009-02-01
Posts 146 |
If you cannot have the one you love. Love the one you have. His hands His eyes His lips.....They're almost like his. |
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