Jocelynn Halbauer

Untitled.

Our lips seemed to fit perfectly.
A puzzle called our lives
And when your fingers grazed my back
It soothed the sting of long left knives.

Our fingers linked together
As perfect as a chain
Now that you're gone I feel the pull
Please pull me in again.

You're fingers stroked my cheek
Your voice tickled my ear
Now your gone living your life
While I am rotting here

I hope that no matter where you go
The sun will always shine
And no matter who or what you do
I will give it all to make you mine

Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 4, 2009

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