feel I'm floating
each day through a sleepless daze
but as much as my mind drifts into sleep
equals the amount of love that seeps through my sheets
have not asked for more than my skin upon yours
not in the rushed way keep it hushed way
in a world of our own way where things do change but only for the Good and not ending in a letter typed with a few words to explain how you're doing much better, that you're drifting without me
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Author:
hurricanelaine (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 5th, 2017 16:23
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Comments1
Your unstructured, unpunctuated style works in this poem. I like it. Well done, Marylaine!
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