22:26 But I fell…

Posted by sarahsmiles on January 27th, 2007 filed in herself, Love, poetry

Looking at you exhausts me,
everything cast properly,
the right person for the right part.
Curtsey and bended knee.
An error in judgement
mars your lips, your cheek.
The actual location of contact
gives the real feeling, ideal.
Smiles and bright colors
casting a glow, a blush,
without showing weakness.
When you’re in the room,
it feels even more empty.
I turn to look, and you’re gone.

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