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Feb 2015 · 1.2k
Almost Lover
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

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