It is amazing,
The feeling that surrounds me
And I lay back with the sun in my eye,
Rubbing the smooth surface of her skin and wondering,
Is there a possibility of too much love?
I was once told,
That loneliness is truly felt,
When the love of another,
Is the only thing you want in the world and I ask again,
Is there a possibility of too much love?
The answer is simple,
And it comes with great ease.
The answer is no,
But only because of one thought,
That when you get lonelier and then your loved one touches you,
Don\'t you feel what it was like the last time?
The same feeling that surrounds me?
And I sit back up, and look her in the eyes
Rubbing the soft surface of her skin
no longer wondering about this feeling,
But knowing that it is amazing...
So I lay down again, with her head on my chest
Listening to her breathe,
As she hums herself to sleep...
And I know that she loves me,
And that I will always want to feel this lonely,
So the next time we touch,
I will want to hold her so much more















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So the next time we touch,
I will want to hold her so much more
Something I've never thought about in that exact light. Nice touch. Really interesting. Inspiring...
but with my tastes, i kinda dont like these kind of poems, the kind on the tip of poetry and prose. interesting poem, but not my style.
and remember how you said i used the word "adept" too much and said would it have been too much if it was love? and you said yes, very much so. well bud you said "love" at least 5 times.
if you aim for writing a story like writing next time, try avoiding writing it like this one. i dunno how to explain how you should, but in this one, it just doesn't sound right.
oh, use a thesaurus. adjectives do wonders. and a spell check too. heheh.
but yeah, if you read through it, the most complex word you used was "possibility" lol..
Fav for sure!
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And if you were with me tonight
I'd sing to you just one last time
A song for a heart so big
God wouldn't let it live
May Angels lead you in.
*In memory ~Kindra Roshell Brown~*
July 8, 1984- April 22, 2005
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this poison's my intoxication
i broke the needle off in my skin
picked the scab
and picked the bleeding
and assumed that it was all in vain..
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"There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence." AFI
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