eyespark
By kevin
My hand rests at my side, curled in lonliness my heart shrinks at the feeling of eyespark. My hand asks softly, to take in its gentle caress your heart, and grow to truelove. My hand needs. Needs you there - it is lost, and our hearts, diverging from our souls, seek out. It's so easy just to walk by - but what of that glance, that feeling I know you felt too - our lives need but brush once, for our hands to meet, grasp, and become a romantic plural. lonliness shrinks at eyespark Let our hearts guide, let our lives follow. © on Jun 24 2000 07:59 PM PST, Kevin Watt 0 • 8
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"My hand rests at my side, curled in lonliness..."