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...And I never had you to grace my bed,
To fill my arms in deepest abandon, Nor to simply stare into my eyes, And for I to lose myself in yours. The thought in itself makes me pain, It makes me ache and writhe from head to toe, Left wondering if I will ever feel your gentle touch, Or your caring and love from one to another. I cannot pinpoint why this is so, Does the error lie solely in my very being, in my person? Is the fault with mentality, or spirit, or sensibility? Why do I consider myself worthy of all fronts, so... Yet, thus... the lesser would seek to stray away from me. To seek in others, in other things I do not posess. To claim that which not in spades, nor en-masse, Can be seen in me. Although is this the truth? Ask or be asked - the question in the reality, As one would hope on inquisition, they would find me to be, Somewhat more than first seemed. -------------- Apologies for the title, it is supposed to be "A loss that never happened." but in a drunken mistake, I acidentally hit the submission button.
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"When the time comes, just walk away and don't make any fuss." Last edited by Human No More; 11-26-2011 at 10:59 AM. Reason: fixed :) |
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![]() Sometimes we just have to take the chance, as if there were no consequences, if we want to know. PS. Title changed
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What a sad piece. I felt very connected to it. Thank you for sharing it.
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Wow, this feels familiar. Nice to hear it never happened to you
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