Savannah Shostrom

Senses - Poem by Savannah Shostrom

lost in thought
Frozen hot touch
dark calm look
Sullen, Solitare
confided to yourself.

I stare
so longingly
I feel
so needy
for your lips
your eyes
a deep abyss
for one to lose

I'm not one to beg
or plead
I talk
but not to
nor with
but away.

I think
and your rare
sweet smile
runs through.

Thy wrist lay cut
but closed
Scarred up with pain
and sadness.

Fake smiles
cover thy face
but hurt still floods
thy eyes.

For once
a little smile
thats real
across thy face.

But still
I cant talk
to the one
I feel for.

Depression sits
and stalks
waiting for the
vulnerable peak
to show
and make the tears
once again flow.

Comments about Senses by Savannah Shostrom

  • Daniel Warner (3/11/2012 12:59:00 AM)

    Your a very independent person I'm taking it.Anyways, good job. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 11, 2012

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