Wants

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Wants

If to be in love means to

play games with the heart

then I don't want a part of

it.

 

But I love the way she laughs

when I say stupid shit. It makes

me smile when she giggles and

wiggles when I tickle her.

 

And often I think of a brief

relationship with her lips and

mine. And i think her hips are

just fine the way they are the

way they sway i mean thats all

i should say. but still i wish i could

call her mine.

 

As I write these lines

I keep her forever in

my mind and that is the

kind of love I want. 

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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