Old Teenage Poems

The Most Natrual Of Habits

It seems that all we humans do
Is to long for one another
All we ever think about
is how to reach each other's
gazing eye
smooth kiss
final touch, caress

-The Hope of True Love-
that never seems to come

We are so lost in our lonliness
We hope to find another
self in someone else's.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011

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  • Martin Holm Sjölin (11/6/2007 11:06:00 AM)

    Sweet, but i don't need a dedication ;)

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