Pressed between pages of my soul
is the memory of you, your smile, those lips.
I can smell lavender everytime I think of you,
the oil you burned that made me want you even more.
Pressed between pages of my soul
are your kisses, and oh how I miss that passion.
I remember your fingertips as if they met mine yesterday,
the softness of your skin that I compared to feathers or silk.
I can see your eyes staring into mine, each time I fall into slumber.
I can almost feel you but, it is you that I cannot touch.
Pressed between pages of my soul
are the petals of roses you used to seduce my senses.
Oh, how I wish for your return and to be taken from this place,
to hold you again would be my dream come true.
Pressed between pages of my soul
are the tears I have cried since I learned,
that you shall never return, I feel they will be the end of me.
I can see your eyes staring into mine, each time i fall into slumber.
But, it is this time I choose not to wake.
I have died.
Author notes
23. Pressed between pages. LunaSilverStars
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Comments
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ah i forgot
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aw this poem is so beautiful
makes me miss my girlfriend
i'm ipressed. -
I think this poem is beautiful, sraight from the hear
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This is very pretty (and the background it absolutely gorgeous, and the delicate wings add so much to your use of pages as repetition). Thank you very much for sharing this!
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