Your voice is my yearning for an interlude
Your face brings my senses to it's knees
I long to walk together in tomorows cast of truth
And I wish that it was you walking with me
A body of posession is lacking tonight
You cannot touch a heart so far away
But in the quiet dark my daydreams come to light
And my visions of you always seem to stay
My days are my only gift of freedom
We talk and argue through the empty space
I think that this is wrong, I know that this is dumb
But I just can't resist your picture face
I can't resist the urge to sit and listen
I try, but I always turn it on
I work and I wonder all throughout the day
Why does this have to be so wrong
Could this be my time to keep on growing
These memories and fantasies, set free
Or am I being selfish with my groaning
Because I want what I want to be
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Grow
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Not sad in my notion. Shancy.
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I love, love poems and this is wonferful. You have eapressed passion and feeling and ir warms the heart.
Love,
Amera♥
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awww wow, this is a powerful write, and something to sit and dwell on, great write and keep it up *hugs*
hope you are well
stephanie [your friend]
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It is always difficult to shed our skin and live without skin until it grows back. We feel vulnerable and unfamiliar. But, lobsters, crabs, crayfish, snakes and lizards all do it. They seem to thrive. Don't sweat it. Sometimes when we look at what used to be black and white lines through a microscope, all we see is gray. Have some bunnies.
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well, in not any of these, except
the crab. I still can't find my frog!
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there always appears to be a struggle
when we grow
I think maybe because we have so much trouble letting go.
lovely so deep
with feelings we all have experienced
such a soulfull write,
so proud
God bless...
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I'm so glad you like it, sis, MY sis
It was difficult to write, so sad, sniff sniff, lol
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