Lingering
18-01-09
For the one I Love
We’ve been parted for hours,
But your touch still lingers near – holding
Me close to you;
Possessing me,
Protecting me.
Parting was a sorrow not so sweet,
Yet your touch still ghosts my skin – caressing
Me gently with your fingertips;
Teasing me,
Loving me.
You’re in your part of the world,
And I’m far away in mine.
However I still feel you as close to me
As if your arms are cling-wrapped around me;
Your touch tingling me,
And your heart beating under my ear – every
Beat and every breath
Another second I have with you.
This has to be the longest run of "good" poetry ever submitted by me - hip, hop, hooray 
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All I need is a pencil and paper, and those beautiful memories~
"It's so beautiful when the boy smiles..just wanna hold him."
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have you ever just wanted to turn a turtle shell inside out? you know, because why protect the outside from predators when it's the inside that has to deal with memories and the pain?
From "Always, Often" by *Solaces
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All I need is a pencil and paper, and those beautiful memories~
"It's so beautiful when the boy smiles..just wanna hold him."
i feel tempted to send it to him... well written
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i write for all those i keep in my heart
I really love how the first 2 stanza's echo each other in structure.
The overall story is fantastic...something I can relate to as well.
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[link] guaranteed to thrill, chill and fulfill you.
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have you ever just wanted to turn a turtle shell inside out? you know, because why protect the outside from predators when it's the inside that has to deal with memories and the pain?
From "Always, Often" by *Solaces
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have you ever just wanted to turn a turtle shell inside out? you know, because why protect the outside from predators when it's the inside that has to deal with memories and the pain?
From "Always, Often" by *Solaces
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i write for all those i keep in my heart
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The deeper the mud, the more beautiful the lotus blooms.
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