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Oct 2016
It's like kissing lips
That stand there
Passive and limp
Without a pulse
Without any inclination
To move against my lips
My words are empty
My eyes are drenched with tears
And I am allowing myself
To succumb to this desperate trail of heartache
I do not wish to fight with you
I do not wish to feel anguish
Nor despair
I merely wish to love you
However I wish for you to know that it is hard
It is hard to love someone who does not kiss back
Who sits
And watches me try
And I cry silently, my Love
Praying you'll notice these tears dripping down...
And God, the futility of This act is much too raw for me to bare
God, my attempt to love...
Give me something back.
Elizabeth Burns
Written by
Elizabeth Burns  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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