i have no one to share my laughter with
no eyes to see my triumphs
i have no person to listen to me breath
no hands to hold me high
when i wake it is to an empty room,
an empty bed
when i set forth
i have no one to tell my destination to
no one to worry
no one to care
no one to kiss
no one
please don't feel sorry
the tears that are welled up may run
just think of how good it feels
to be held
to be cared for
.
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Written December 27th, 2004
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Bravo
Who knew so little words could have such an impact. Bravo.
"...hide your face so the world will never find you..."
My love is all I can give, but not the kind you are looking for :-/. Sorry if my comment upsets you in any way.
Ciao,
[×]Fainted Exile -
You have this wretchedly fabulous power to make people in good moods tear up a smidge when they read your poetry, and I love you for it.
Cake and sodomy,
Whitney
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