The words you whispered
from the lips that kissed her
sparked a romantic essence.
The skin you touched
knew nothing such,
for it was that of an ever unique presence.
The words you whispered
left her heart blistered;
contrary to actions that you displayed.
The skin you touched
feels nothing much,
for only the print where your hand was stayed.
And the lady you charmed,
left abandoned and harmed,
lies numb in the tears that you carelessly drew...
As you skip away with your romance anew.
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 2:57 AM UTC
The words you whispered
from the lips that kissed her
sparked a romantic essence.
The skin you touched
knew nothing such,
for it was that of an ever unique presence.
The words you whispered
left her heart blistered;
contrary to actions that you displayed.
The skin you touched
feels nothing much,
for only the print where your hand was stayed.
And the lady you charmed,
left abandoned and harmed,
lies numb in the tears that you carelessly drew...
As you skip away with your romance anew.
Written February 20, 2012.
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