missing you
My eyes are longing to see your face My lips are calling for your taste My fingers need to feel your skin I feel I am burning from with in so please come and put this fire out before I die and this love fizzles out.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| poetry | 0 | 12/09/2009 |
| cold and white brings me delight | 1 | 12/07/2009 |
| Angel | 0 | 12/08/2009 |
| missing you | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| Dream | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| Key | 2 | 06/03/2009 |
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