Who knew
That a simple touch
A brush of skin
Could be the key to my lock
The yang to my yin
And with that touch
Gentle and not
Would turn the key and release
A side of me I'd forgot
A small simple touch
Kind words said
Broke the chains of my curse
And of lies fed
That a simple touch
Who knew
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Author:
Ilia (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Love is both painful and not. Freedom and not.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Very true. Well done.
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Good write. Welcome to MPS.
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