Longing
When it's late like thisor too many words have been shared with a friend in reminiscence or wishing
of something we do not have
a bitter taste
that I know none of them are you
that I long too much to know the taste of your lips, your hand on my face
to bring joy to your eyes
share the love I carry with you every day
to slide in closer..
Their faces fade
how can I know you even exist?
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2012-03-23 at 01:10
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