Musings from the Forty Yardline
You're just ten feet away, yet we're miles apart:How I yearn to be tucked in the curve of your arm!
There's no place for my head but right over your heart.
I feel God has us connected in heaven's chart---
That you should be holding me; I'll keep us from harm:
You're just ten feet away, yet we're miles apart.
Your music is poetry, your handsome face art
I'm constantly entranced by your soft, subtle charm:
There's no place for my head but right over your heart.
One of us these truths to the other should impart.
Instead, we circle, like young horses on a farm:
You're just ten feet away, yet we're miles apart.
I attempt to reach out, but don't know where to start;
Alone, I've grown cold, yet with you my spirit's warm.
There's no place for my head but right over your heart.
I'm so scared to tell you, for if I did you'd dart:
I only want to hold you---not cause you alarm.
You're just ten feet away, yet we're miles apart:
There's no place for my head but right over your heart.
Poetry by PoeticProcrastination
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2008-08-19 at 04:59
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