A marriage is a way of bringing
two people together
sweet kisses
Large emotions
The feelings of wanting to
Touch
is called
Love
Your apart from eachother
You never
cuddle
Kiss
Touch anymore
So many times she has tried
"I'm too tired honey, not tonight"
is his reply
It always is
Not once they have tried
the process of
pregnancy
She hold onto his shirt collar
as the rest are being whitened
while hugging
to feel the warnth of his body
Perfume?
One that
she
does not use
rotating the collar
a frown appears on her face
A kiss
must've been planted
A pomegrante lipstick
One that she
Does not use
Steps enter the room
darkness is filled
with shoes
She looks up
But he
Doesn't notice
Her
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My Poems
PoetrySome of these poems are about myself, and about life itself, or just my imagination creeping around corners and cracks of the galaxy (yeah, I know it doesn't make sense, but hey, its poetry, it doesn't have to). Hope you like it :)
