Sunday, November 29, 2009

Drunken Poetry

Though we've never met.
I miss you.
I miss the way you'd kiss me ..
if you were real
if you were here.
...
If you where here.. the way I'd touch you...
our bodies entwined.
hearts beating in time..
if you were real...
if you were here..

I find myself alone.
Missing you.
Empty alone..
I envision your touch.
Tears as I weep for what is not..

If you were real..
If you were ...
here.

2 comments:

  1. husband and i met dating in london and we're in the same line of work and we started out meeting up just as friends because he was in a relationship. when it ended we found that there were deeper feeling developing and i asked him if he wanted to try a date and that night changed both of our lives. could it be that one of your friends or people you already know has been overlooked?

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