intention

CHANGEinWAVESCHANGEinWAVES Posts: 10,169
edited September 2009 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I knew
All the
words
I never
Heard

You spoke
Volumes
With out
Moving your
lips

It was
Nothing more
Than the touch
Of your
Fingertips

Like whispers
Of the
Tongue
Into the ears
Of love

Sighing just
To know
A distant
Thought
Can never grow...
"I'm not present, I'm a drug that makes you dream"
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