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Our muted language
Still lingers,
Hanging on threads so thin:
Like acrobats on trapeze.
Making silent
words
with our Eyes,
Lips touching,
caressing,
Electrifying.
And before you depart,
warm me with one last kiss
But kiss me
ever so slightly,
So that I may not
awaken from the
fragmented dreams of you.
And when I have risen,
With only the memories of
You on my bed-side
to keep me company
Through my
coffeeless mornings,
Maybe then
it wouldn't hurt
as much as it did
The last time.
- by Cookie_Booger |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/08/2012 |
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- Title: Slip through
- Artist: Cookie_Booger
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Description:
Inspired by someone.
Poetry is the remedy for a heartache.
Very personal.
From my point of view, and I think from the other person's point of view. - Date: 04/08/2012
- Tags: slip through personal
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