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Alone isn't what I want
I run my hands through the air,
memories blurring...fading swiftly as the
darkness we can't escape
Drops around us...
The night is taking hold of you,
Keeping you in a tight, cold, grip...
I hold your chilled hands to my
Warm, loving soul...wanting you to
Let the light flood back in again.
I can't do this alone...
But your eyes tell me everything;
They tell me alone is all I'll be...
It is a good feeling "to
It is a good feeling "to think" you can save another.
...but thoughts are also what create delusions.
.fantastic poem. ♡♥♡
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Simply-It's the story of my
Simply-It's the story of my life. Never have met a guy that lasted with me for long.
Very true. Hurt me to read
Very true. Hurt me to read this because of how a man I cared for once hurt me so deeply. Pretended to love me then like the coward he was and will always be ran at the first sign of trouble.
I'm sorry
that sounds awful!
~~~spread your wings and fly, fly, fly...i just wanna fly..."
Very Lovely................
Almost a tribute in fact to your poetidc moniker on here. ere simply georgous...... enjoyed the read immensely. Keep sharing.......Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen.
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Aw thanks!! :) glad to know that people find my poems interesting!
~~~spread your wings and fly, fly, fly...i just wanna fly..."