Almost yours

by falln angel with broken wings   Mar 20, 2008


Almost Yours
My hands began to tremble as I move
Near you and touch your face.
You pull me close and hold me and
For that moment there is neither time nor space.
Your eyes hold me in a trance,
For I am yours only by chance.
Your finger tips trace every inch of me.
I can barely breathe when I read your words from your heart.
And now because me we are apart.
We met by fate.
And Im away from you
And now its too late

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  • 16 years ago

    by StandStill

    Wow. that's so bittersweet...

    We met by fate.
    And Im away from you
    And now its too late

    ^ i understand this...wish i didn't..

    great poem, babe!