martine boucher


This Is Whats Become Of The Life Without You - Poem by martine boucher

how i crave one of your kisses.
the memory of your hands holding me is fading.
how do i fix these deep painfull toughts
the awnser is still missing.

your the only person i would go to late at night
your the only person i would give so much away
just to have a moment with you, a minute with you,
a seconde with you is what i ask
but its clear that it wont ever happend, not now.

maybe when i go on dying
i will see you in heaven
maybe when i go on dying
you will know how it was like for my living, wanting you there.

je taime maintenant,
je taimerais toujours autant

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, September 12, 2011


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