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Stephanie Grice May 2015
I need someone to talk to, someone to hear.
I feel alone in the world, no one is near.
Don’t let me confuse you, a body is here.
A person, a being of such; if you must say.
Not really a person to communicate.
Although we are here, we are not really there.
Two different people, two different worlds, lives lived together yet so far apart.
Sadness pours over me to see such a beautiful love start to wilt.
Stephanie Grice May 2015
We walk
We don't look at one another
We know we are there
Yet we can not acknowledge  each other
We want to touch
We want to be hand in hand
But we can't
We just feel the heat between us
Let people see the flames
Knowing that they know we are one in the same
True love
Being denied by the world
Because we can't let anyone know
We can't let our true feelings show
I want to show them that we are meant to be
But they do not see what we can see
Stephanie Grice May 2015
Every stolen kiss
Every moment alone
Was stolen time from a broken home
I let you into my eyes
Something I never do
I let you watch me watch you
Every moment our bodies touched
Every time your lips touched mine
Was stolen from someone else's time
I know there is more than we show
I can tell the want goes deeper than we know
We just deny this in fear
Every time our bodies burned
Every time the pleasure was perfect
Was stolen from another subject
Stephanie Grice May 2015
At first there was no one
I was what you always wanted
and what you always couldn't have
Nothing could ease my pain
My heart beats only for survival
But, it does not feel a thing
I float through existence
on a cloud of fury
I drifted through days
with nothing to gain
When life seemed like it was ending
all I did was pray
Hearts will break everyday
so I let mine shatter
  May 2015 Stephanie Grice
Rapunzoll
Love me so deeply it hurts
I want raw love,
Love that festers like an open wound
if left untreated

Crave me like a smoker
who can't quit their bad habits
I'll be your nicotine
If you keep coming back for more

Touch me like I'm the masterpiece
of the art museum
They tell you not to touch
but you can't resist

Experience me like a joy ride
a rare kind of high
Let our love kindle like a flame
don't let it blow out
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