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Dena Smith Feb 2015
I've rubbed my skin raw on the places you've kissed,
The places on my body I hope you've missed.
Almost lover, I know I hurt you before,
But just know, I will always love you more.
It's been a month or so later and my feelings still cannot be ignored.
My heart is tangled and sore from this string and tight cord.
I miss holding your hand so tight,
And looking at your eyes glance around, shining so bright.
I tell you I hope we can be together someday when we fix ourselves,
But I don't want to let go and put our almost love back on the shelf.
For I know your beauty will attract something more.
But I just want you to end up washing back onto my shore.
Almost lover, I miss our tickle fights.
And our long laughable nights.
Almost lover, I miss you lighting incense before me coming to bed.
Not even caring that the smell would hurt my head.
Knowing you're next to me could cure it all.
Which helped the crashing of my fall.
Almost lover, I want you to know.
I tried to protect you from this dark and evil snow.
The snow that dances around in my heart,
That's come to stay and make me fall apart.
I wanted to give you a love so extraordinary,
That it seemed almost unbelievable, imaginary.
I hope some day you let me try one last time,
And we will make a toast of  expensive fancy wine.
To the one that got away, and I'm kind of glad they did
  Feb 2015 Dena Smith
Love
I love...
The way she smiles at the ground,
Whenever shes embarrassed.
The way that she makes funny faces,
When I take pictures.
The way she laughs at my stupid jokes.
How she says "I love you.",
And means it.
How she trusts me with the most important things in her life.
How she let me kiss away her tears.
How she turned to me,
When she needed someone to be there for her.
How she lets me kiss her cuts,
To make them better.
The way she holds my hand,
And leads me down the hall,
And marches on gaily,
Ignoring the comments people make.
The way she snuggles into me when we dance.
The way shes not afraid to be honest to herself,
And be who,
And what she wants to be,
Not what society wants her to be.
The way she loves me.
Her.
I wrote this a little over a month ago.
  Feb 2015 Dena Smith
A Love For Hatred
I saw forever in your eyes. . .


                Then you closed them.
Wrote this when I found out my husband was in love with another woman.

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