TOUCH ME
hard is life
not having you
to share deep moments with
your skin calls to me
touch me please
or I die the slow death
slowly the sun darkens
the light of life
we cling with fingers
of hunger
to fill the empty heart.
TOUCH ME
hard is life
not having you
to share deep moments with
your skin calls to me
touch me please
or I die the slow death
slowly the sun darkens
the light of life
we cling with fingers
of hunger
to fill the empty heart.
ApaqRasgirl commented on TOUCH ME
10-10-2010
10/10/2010
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08-10-2010
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11-02-2009
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Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Winter disrobes | 1 | 10/31/2010 |
Dark lair of death | 1 | 08/23/2010 |
Roberts eyes light up | 1 | 08/09/2010 |
Silvery white ashes blowing high in the sky. | 1 | 08/06/2010 |
Wait....Wait. ... |
2 | 08/02/2010 |
Realization of closed minds | 2 | 12/30/2009 |
TOUCH ME | 4 | 10/20/2009 |
O Savior Devine | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
Splintered | 1 | 09/11/2009 |
Really dirty person | 2 | 08/07/2009 |
Twisted Thinking | 0 | 08/05/2009 |
Heart Beat | 1 | 08/04/2009 |
Paralized | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
Lovely sight | 2 | 08/02/2009 |
Broken Mind | 2 | 08/16/2009 |
Sound of battle | 2 | 03/04/2009 |
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