Is this unknowing feeling
that got me questioning the unreal
Until know everything were small parts of a puzzle that fits during assembly
With my mouth sealed
Million times my tongue moved
Without saying a word
It’s all condensed in my inner thoughts
I may speak piously
Waiting for the moment you catch
The language I dare not to speak
Beating faster than normal
My frantically pounding heart
Wildly closing the gap between us
Between the silence and the absent of sound
I found the warmth of your fingers
Quietly with a subtle touch
A weakness I must confess
Now they all know
That you are my home love.
By:liza_glow
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Lisa santos
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Fiction
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