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By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2008 Jan 28 Comment on this Work [[2008.01.28.04.27.6568]] |
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Everyone is so quiet, sent from above and you are like silk you make the air that surrounds you softer than the suns gentle warmth Your lips are welcoming (we speak too much) but I can't find my way to what I want to say and your feet walk with a genuine purpose that I could never match (I trip over Sincerity) your breath is like clouds, a sign of peace and you are utterly ignorant of the beauty that you posess so firmly: Every wrinkle in the fabric of your being makes me want to hold you (How is it, that like me you are alone) But honestly honesty is here within me yet I cannot speak, my hands shake when you are nere I serenade you by stuttering I curse these wrinkles in my mind that takes the words away. My clumsy countenance will one day take you away (won't you come lay with me?) |