Sunday, May 20, 2007

Quiet Read

Just a simple sigh
                        puncuates the high
                        My hand trembles
                        aching to touch yours
                        Lost and missing a kiss
                        reading your words
                        Thoughts from your breath
                        exhilarating my own
                        until this very moment
                        when a sadness prevails...
                        My hidden heart feels worn
                        and slightly torn

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