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epoxy resin
i do write, sometimes,
few poems, few proses,
meaningless tales and same ol' lores
though try as hard as i ought,
my words would never be able to quote
the one thing i want to preserve most:
the shape of your hands,
in sentences, their essence and warmth lost
how they fit perfectly in mine
my hands remember,
but oh, do they love to keep to themselves
and not share with the heart what they felt
do they love to keep to themselves
that no books nor notes could ever jot
how perfectly two hands could intertwine
how when i gaze up to look at you i'd ponder
how i'd have to pull you down for a kiss
a match made in heaven, isn't that what this is?
i do write, sometimes,
few poems, few proses,
true to heart talks and some late night calls
though this is the way that i am,
for this comfort that i've found,
could you really put me to blame?
090524
© lostboyzephyr
few poems, few proses,
meaningless tales and same ol' lores
though try as hard as i ought,
my words would never be able to quote
the one thing i want to preserve most:
the shape of your hands,
in sentences, their essence and warmth lost
how they fit perfectly in mine
my hands remember,
but oh, do they love to keep to themselves
and not share with the heart what they felt
do they love to keep to themselves
that no books nor notes could ever jot
how perfectly two hands could intertwine
how when i gaze up to look at you i'd ponder
how i'd have to pull you down for a kiss
a match made in heaven, isn't that what this is?
i do write, sometimes,
few poems, few proses,
true to heart talks and some late night calls
though this is the way that i am,
for this comfort that i've found,
could you really put me to blame?
090524
© lostboyzephyr
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