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Mark Lucatorto Jun 2015
Yearning for your touch...craving your smile,and longing for your embrace...nothing to do,but sit...wait...and contemplate the day you come back to me...your name etched on my chest,a badge proudly worn...nothing like a woman's scorn...my chest shall forever be in love with you...It bares the scars and pain...and will always remember your name...nothing to do,but sit...wait...and contemplate
Mark Lucatorto Jun 2015
As the morning sun peeks over the horizon,the cascading rays blanket the landscape,creating a kaleidoscopic wonder...tiny specs of light,meticulously creep through my prison window,gradually warming my cold heart...as the drops of salty sadness roll down my cheek,they fall,on what I wished was a shoulder to cry on...but they end their journey on my lap...please oh Sun!will your warmth not dry up my river of tears?
Mark Lucatorto Jun 2015
Trudging down a bleak and narrow path to nowhere,seeking love,that shall forever be sought...sadness and sorrows,untouched and unspoken of,mend their way deep beneath the Crimson crevasses of my heart...Love,I beg you!let yourself be seen,exit thine hiding place,and find your way into my warm embrace...for love shall be my eternal rescuer.

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