Only You, Could Do This To Me Poem by Robert Beksinski

Only You, Could Do This To Me



My eyes are stale with dried tears

I thought of kissing you

Our lips create a sweet symphony

Then I cried, I cried…

Because it’s nothing more than a false hope

Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: lips
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