Gone Poem by ash

Gone



the feel of your hand touching mine,
warms me inside.
the feel of your lips on mine,
without you i want to hide.

now that you've gone,
im all alone.
nothing to live for,
not even a home.

my home was inside your arms,
now your arms have gone,
my heart was with you,
but our love has gone.

Thursday, June 22, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: home
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Tiong Chunghoo 05 February 2007

jerky here and there but the best line is my heart was with you but our love has gone.

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