Posted: December 19, 2007 in Uncategorized

You don’t know how much I want
to feel your lips against mine
locked in some sort of struggle
to hold onto each other against all odds.
You don’t know how often I dream
of your soft, sweet, sleeping breath
against my face when I wake up
at two o’clock in the morning
and look at the other pillow.
You don’t seem to realize how long I stare
at the pictures I have of you
adoring your beauty until I cry
from not being able to attain you.

  1. perfect timing, true words of amazement

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