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Wednesday, July 19, 2006

If Only You

Rating: 5.0
Images fill my brain
With what I wish I could do
Run to him, talk to him
Have him tell the truth

The street lamps
Illuminating my face
There's fear in my eyes
And desperate quickens my pace

The light in his room is on
I let myself in
He doesn't mind at all
He's grateful for this small sin

He's glad I came
I can tell from his embrace
He can tell I'm sorry
From the tears drying on my face

He tells me what I've needed to hear
Completely eliminating my fears
Until the clouds finally appear
When I find myself in my bed
Reality grasps me here.
Liz Wiseman
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COMMENTS
Dr.subhendu Kar 23 October 2007
realy smooching yet latching on to love revered by the depth of desire when passion sneaks in to its room of ecstasy, thanks for sharing
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Ruby Root 19 July 2006
Hi Liz, Good poem, Sometimes what we long for seems out of grasp. Your poem was creative and great imagery. Take care.
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