You...

by Elizabeth

Published May 27, 2005

In Poetry

(Help me with the title people, I have a cold and I don't remember the vice president of Ranamajahjah's name. And help me with the ending and I'll try and make it better. Pretty please :D )

Your touch renders me weary
Your gaze is sewn into my soul
Your heart beats slowly with mine
Softly in the moonlight
I run my fingers through your hair
Breathe in your sight
Taste the cooling summer day on your lips
Holding it…
Pulling away from you is aching
We both whisper I love you
As you fade to white and remember
The emotions
Which were so hot
It rubbed against our skin
Until we were clean of our disguises
I never let go of you

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Fireweed
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Fireweed commented Comment · Aug 16, 2005

i like it too. it does a have a soft, quiet kinda mood. i really like the phrase,"your gaze is sewn to my soul." good job.

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Jennafina
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Jennafina commented Comment · Jul 1, 2005

I like it. It has a sad, antique fealing about it. I, not really sure exactly what its about, but it seams like a dream maybe, or a memory..

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Elizabeth
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Elizabeth commented Comment · May 29, 2005

From the TYWC Days? ... Honestly, how much better was I then then i am now :P No, I mean how have I advanced. Sorry, I fel like having and English accent at the moment, please leave a message at the beep.

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Chevy
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Chevy commented Comment · May 28, 2005

I must say, you have come a long way since the TYWC days. Not really my style, but a lot better than the old stuff.

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Ego
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Ego commented Comment · May 28, 2005

I've given my own opinion and corrections on this to you already...but I'm sure you'd like more comments......



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