Druthers
your grip on me is slippingas I begin to turn my back
I'd run my fingers over your face once more
give you one last kiss
but you'd only pull me closer and I do not have the strength to resist
what I so desperately think I want
I let you slip from my fingers again
this is your world
your pain
your weaknesses
not mine
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2011-09-25 at 23:09
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