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Jocelyn Sharp May 2014
Blue eyes, auborn hair, porcelin skin.
Thats what you see until you get to whats within.

Within it a soul that longs to come out.
Float through the air, scream, run and shout.
It wants you to know how much you are missed.
How much i know it knows it ****** up, how it misses every kiss.
It wants you to know that it still remembers your smell.
The way you look when you first wake up, and how youre putting it through hell.
It remembers your music, your voice soft and sweet.
It remembers how much you loved the feeling of the sand on your feet.
It wants you to know, that it dwells on the past.
That its hard to move on when you left without looking back.
It has a few questions, like why would you leave?
It thought it had found its mate, another soul from the same breed.
It longs to hold you again, to rock you to sleep.
It wants to feel the way you breathe when your dreaming those beautiful dreams,
It wants to tell you that it misses you so.
It wants to ask you, why would you go?
Jay 1988 May 2018
Walk along with me
darling leave those thoughts behind
I've had them too you know
And i thought you might like to know
That i've been here a while now
with my ear pressed to the ground
I've had my eyes wide open
Been looking all around this town
for you

Look at the way
The way your eyes smile at me
Saying something like you want to
But there's still uncertainty
Looks like you've been hurt before
Well darling i've been hurt too
But together we could both try
To figure this thing out
For you

Your auborn hair is flowing now
As the wind brushes through
Your eyes a little greener
In the shadow of the moon
The bronze skin that's showing
Only makes me want you more
Now i remember the days
When my ear was to the floor looking
For you

Don't come closer
For i fear you're just a dream
And wouldn't it be cruel my dear
If you vanished infront of me
But you place your hand upon me
Like some long forgotten prayer
I found peace within myself
When my lips pressed to your ear
Comfort was a wonderful thing
When i finally found
The woman i was looking for
When my ear was pressed to the ground looking
For you
Lily Priest Mar 2020
I loved his hands
Not too big
Not too small
Just right
And fitted on my hip
That splendorous press
In the small of my back
When he wanted me close

I loved his eyes
That darkly gaze of
Auborn
All full up with the passion
And persuasion
That could make me
Doing anything
The toe tingling
Look or heat
When he turned
That gaze
To mine.

I loved his lips
Rough
And wicked
On my skin.
That purse
Of soft sinfulness
That pressed my
Own to part with sighs

I loved his laugh
Husky happiness
Unrestraind and deep
That moved me to smile
Brightest.
Joined in joyous
Inside jokes
That lingered dimply
In his cheeks.

I loved his heart
The steady thrum
When pressed ear
To his chest
That secret space
Of blood and ache
That he gave me access to
I loved it all


But I
did not
love him.

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