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Her body moves closer to him beneath his hands She wonders if she passes inspection If the previous rejection has not become obsolete And the muslces he works so hard for Burn for something he remembers so clearly now The memories from their antebellum period How she had felt in these arms before And with trespassing eyes, he lingers too long into hers His lips trace the curve of her heart Teeth marks on his shoulder is all that will remain of evidence of her presence in the morning She startles awake to find herself fused to his side She engulfs that bridge in flames Cuts herself out And with sleeping limbs, sore and stiff She leaves his quiet form And she knows everyone has someone they want that they can’t have We’re all desperately seeking someone to love The one who got away But love should never hurt the eyes Should never stain a face with tears She ran away from home Ran away from the man she loved Afraid to feel anything new She left those things that made her feel safe But before she turned to leave He said to her I know thy shape The crook of this arm will always remember it Your place will always remain here And so it is.
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May 19, 2012
May 19, 2012 at 10:12 AM UTC
Sleeping Limbs
Her body moves closer to him beneath his hands She wonders if she passes inspection If the previous rejection has not become obsolete And the muslces he works so hard for Burn for something he remembers so clearly now The memories from their antebellum period How she had felt in these arms before And with trespassing eyes, he lingers too long into hers His lips trace the curve of her heart Teeth marks on his shoulder is all that will remain of evidence of her presence in the morning She startles awake to find herself fused to his side She engulfs that bridge in flames Cuts herself out And with sleeping limbs, sore and stiff She leaves his quiet form And she knows everyone has someone they want that they can’t have We’re all desperately seeking someone to love The one who got away But love should never hurt the eyes Should never stain a face with tears She ran away from home Ran away from the man she loved Afraid to feel anything new She left those things that made her feel safe But before she turned to leave He said to her I know thy shape The crook of this arm will always remember it Your place will always remain here And so it is.
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May 19, 2012
May 19, 2012 at 10:12 AM UTC
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