I know it was not
love
for me, at least
I know it could not have been for you
it was an intolerable
infatuation
between two strangers
worlds apart
driven by pure curiosity and
hungry eyes that could never be
satisfied
for the fleeting seconds
that we tried to grasp
something
that was never ours to have
something
that was always out of our reach
I would slip through your fingertips
and you would be too scared to try and
hold on
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Author:
mylittleheart (
Offline) - Published: June 9th, 2017 18:09
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Sweet, insightful poem, mylittleheart. Love the phrase, 'intolerable infatuation'.
Good write. Fleeting moments can be so meaningful yet so painful.
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