Christina Byrd

Dead Nerves - Poem by Christina Byrd

There's nothing behind your touch
We aren't equivalent to much
The electricity was never made
The power of a kiss will fade
Could we be falling out of love
Or just flying away like a dove
What ever the problem is
My mind is in a frenzied tiz
But I'm scared that you'll go
I honestly dont know any more
If the nerves are dead
Why do I still want you near my bed?
End this loss of feeling
And maybe I'll stop reeling.
There's nothing behind your touch
maybe we aren't equivalent to much.

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  • Gold Star - 54,510 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/20/2013 11:24:00 AM)

    nothing behind your touch. thanks, (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 2, 2013

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