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by blackrose1011 Jan 12, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Dark- so dark and cold. Hold these hands (so lost) these hands are cold- (but you must know) Lost- so lost apart. Apart form their fire- (can you hear them call?) Calling- I call, I ache for it your hands, my hands- embracing. (how they need it so) pounding- my heart is pounding as you draw closer fear, i know the fear of separation after love-
by PS
Interesting. different. nice job
by firexflys
Nice job lot of feeling keep it up
by cowgirlstar26
This should be a song good write