The Keeper of My Heart
By Cope
As I sit here, In this beautiful city of lights, A city of such sadness and depression, A city full of antipathy. I wonder how “I” can be so happy, As compared to those whom live here. I sat and I thought, How different are we? What is the one thing, The one thing that keeps me happy? I thought of a girl, One I left not long ago. The most amazing girl on earth, And that I barely even know. We dated for months, But slowly got close. Until that night, The night I learned the most. Together we would be for eternity, At the most. We went to a party, Began to dance close, That’s when I got the fatal dose, Her touch, It sent chills, Orgasmic, tingling, Beautiful chills, All through my spine. We talked, Held each other, Tight and secure, In each others arms. Her eyes were dark, And her succulent kisses, No less than pure ecstasy. From that point on, My heart, Mine, it would no longer be. Neither would hers. Or so it seems to be. And still I sit here, In this city of sad nothingness, It is the thought, The emince excitement, Of getting to see her, The keeper of my heart. Which keeps me happy. Here, happiness and love, Are something that people, Don’t understand. Written January 27th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 07:40 PM PST 0 • 8
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