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...Lost in thought of another day,
That day's lost in the past.
Past is brought back with a memory,
That memory will be lost last.
Self-portraitMy life is the pencil held in my hand,
Writing and drawing till I bore away.
Drawings, to others, turn out looking grand,
But to me they never look as they may.
While my hand draws, my mind wanders somewhere,
Often enough to where it shouldn't be.
My heart starts to ache with what I can't bear,
The thoughts, past and future, which bother me.
I had used to write quite often enough,
Of the feelings I cherish and cry for.
It is now, however, I've grown more tough,
But I can't tell if I've felt less or more.
Here I write once again, as it's been long,
That old, sad flow. What if writing is wrong?
His wayThe way his fingers lightly lift my chin
To give and steal a most lovely, moist kiss.
The way I try to fight what I can't win,
Nor do I want to from his lips' pure bliss.
From the way he holds on to me so tight,
Like he does not ever want to let go.
From the way he speaks, his laughter, his sight,
Truly makes my heart ache; I love him so.
His way to accept, even without a
Need of completely understanding me.
His way to be loving without need say,
I cannot wait for a sitting right knee.
All that is his way I yearn from him,
For his love and mine fills me to the brim.
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