Every fiber of my being involves a little sense of you.

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    Every fiber of my being involves a little sense of you.

    The only arms that truely keep me up,
    I collapse when they aren't holding me tight enough,
    And my heart seems to just close-up.

    The world melts away when you look at me,
    and when you grab my hand, happiness is all that comes to be.

    Our eyes are only meant to examine each other,
    though we see right through one another.

    You told me you loved me, and from the begining I didn't believe,
    that a person such as you wouldn't want to leave.

    we sleep through each night unhappy that the other isn't there,
    because being away is almost too much to bare.

    I wasn't the person that everyone says I used to be,
    but now that you're here, you're the only one that knows the real me.

    I wanted to thank you for bringing me to a different state of mind,
    and I only wish I can bring you the same amount of feeling so sublime.

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    combatrider commented on Every fiber of my being involves a little sense of you.

    01-13-2012

    When you want to leave a comment, it must be a minimum of 50 characters. Now thats out of the way. I liked your poem, the flow. If the topic was about hunting or jokes is the only way I could have liked it better.

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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