About Him
Theres something about him. . .something that makes want to run to him
a feeling overcomes me,
a feeling of compassion,
a feeling of great happiness.
Then when he's not near
I can hear his voice in my ear
I feel his touch on my shoulder
I smell the air, and catch a whif of his scent
All my energies are spent.
Thinking of him,
dreaming of him,
wanting to please him.
The image of him is still fresh in my mind.
I can picture his face,
everylast detail, and I wonder.
Does he remember me this way?
Does he care enough to think of me?
I don't really know his mind.
I can't read him,
can he read me?
Poetry by Rhia
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Written on 2006-02-28 at 02:28
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