When I'm With Her. Poem by Carl Roussell

When I'm With Her.



How am I to stop feeling with my eyes,
Those windows to the soul? Go no further!
Somewhere in here hiding from me: the lies.
I tried so hard to get them out, whither,
But she has her looks in me, "Come hither".
I am a broken man when I'm with her.
I am even less when I'm without her.

(C) 2019

Thursday, February 14, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: beautiful,lust,power
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Carl Roussell

Carl Roussell

Trenton, Ontario
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