Thinking Of You Poem by Aron Heroux
Thinking Of You
It grips me, rips at me
Burns my lungs to breath
But I breath deeper to
feel the sting.
Is this what it means
to be alive?
Thoughts of you swirl
in my mind, mixing with
desire, anger, hope, lust.
Lame words pour out
-promises that flesh must keep.
I take another breath
and I smile.
This is life, and this might
be love.
really, feeling every inch of it. love river in a storm
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4/19/2024 6:03:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
yes it is life and the love that goes with it. Sometimes, it makes me agree with the song- LOVE HURTS or better yet LOVE STINKS.....but oh well...its what makes life more intriguing and fun. keep loving my friend, for this is the way of life.I say, it's all worth it. rein