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Talking about our feelings.

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 07/11/2013

Loneliness

It feels like a hand just holding your heart..
not grabbing it tightly, but just keeping a hold so that nothing else can get to it.
Never letting go, but never attempting to kill.
It feels like we lost ourselves somewhere,
and our lives have transformed into a never ending search for something better –
not having known we possessed the better all along.

In Love

I could never topple from this high,
this pedestal you’ve put me on.
I may have wings, but I will never use them.
I am fine sitting here, beside you, forming an us.
Fore if I could count the seconds in which I thought about
what it would be like to hold your hand just once,
to touch your cheek and feel you shiver,
to put my ear upon your chest and hear your heart
and wonder if it was beating for me –
if for some reason, all reason had left the picture,
and we just did it because we could,
then I would use all the seconds in my lifetime.
And I would regret not one, but none.

M.

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