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In Love Alone

By Charmkin

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

My eyes long to connect with your soul, My lips to meet with your own. My breath quickens and my heart throbs As I'm filled with dreams of the unknown. As my gaze is drawn back to you, There's a smirk in your eyes. You've recognized another victory, And you're throwing away your prize. You brush against me, oh so softly, A calculated accident I'm sure. My body melts then quickly freezes As my shattered soul cries out for more. I tear myself away from you Because, deep down, I know I must. You already own my heart completely, I can't give my soul over to lust. Someday things will change. My heart will be my own. I'll be complete without you. I won't be in love alone. Written August 27th, 1998 © on Oct 14 2001 09:25 AM PST, Heather Larsen   0 • 8

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