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pinkster
Guest
I woke up this morning feeling very tired.
The kind that stays inside my bones,
the kind that never seems to heal.
I stretched like a cat and groaned
with fustration that it's time to wake.
I turn over, and everything seems so right.
I realize your arms are around me,
encased, engulfed,
I suddenly feel safe.
Hours and hours later,
I still feel your warmth, through
my thoughts of you, through
the steady beating of my heart.
The images that I succumb to,
are at last wonderful.
No more images of pained memories,
just linked hands,
happy smiles,
and passionate embraces.
03.10.04
The kind that stays inside my bones,
the kind that never seems to heal.
I stretched like a cat and groaned
with fustration that it's time to wake.
I turn over, and everything seems so right.
I realize your arms are around me,
encased, engulfed,
I suddenly feel safe.
Hours and hours later,
I still feel your warmth, through
my thoughts of you, through
the steady beating of my heart.
The images that I succumb to,
are at last wonderful.
No more images of pained memories,
just linked hands,
happy smiles,
and passionate embraces.
03.10.04
and i wont be surprised if by popular vote that shes the best poet on AD!!!! 