naught but what
By Enraptured
a feigned desire. naught yet true and undecided. waves of truth and hidden again. comings and goings forever left to wander Ask me again when I have a breath to spare To return and feel the gift you give with every word. To just enjoy from afar. Fear of that departure. Indecision if you would be so kind as to just tell me the answers. now perhaps so the time doesn't have to go away Have I permission to just be To embrace, without a kiss. To hold dear the gentle warmth you bring to my hearthyes hearth. not heart Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 16 2002 09:03 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"a feigned desire...."