I miss you, The you that was once mine. I miss the you I missed when our future became only a dream. I remember the moments when I was so totally yours no other existed. There is a life we have in my mind where we did not say good-bye. Time has passed, and our […]
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Give me a love like a tree with roots buried deep.
We spoke long of intimate things, and though I felt my very soul touched, his hand was never lain upon my skin.
When we are being honest, often it is not they who are not enough, but we who want more than they offer.
Too often we use sexual desire as a gauge for love–how deep, how real–but is that fair?
A poem about beauty, scars, and love.