Her heart
Yearns for a gentle touch that leads to
Lips pressed to lips like bees bumping against flowers
Such a great longing
Her body
Allows her feet to pace anxiously
And her eyes to shine in want of passionate exchanges
As her hands drum to the sound of the monotony in her entire being
Her mind
Full of great intellect
Has pushed back many a sarcastic remark
Weary of the dull world surrounding her
Her soul
The only thing that realizes her lack of originality
Longs to astonish all with its brilliance of cunning and goodness
Yet is still unable to let go of past disappointments
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 1:21 AM UTC
Her heart
Yearns for a gentle touch that leads to
Lips pressed to lips like bees bumping against flowers
Such a great longing
Her body
Allows her feet to pace anxiously
And her eyes to shine in want of passionate exchanges
As her hands drum to the sound of the monotony in her entire being
Her mind
Full of great intellect
Has pushed back many a sarcastic remark
Weary of the dull world surrounding her
Her soul
The only thing that realizes her lack of originality
Longs to astonish all with its brilliance of cunning and goodness
Yet is still unable to let go of past disappointments
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