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I know my feelings
are a symbol,
Like tapping to a pane.
They open up my heart,
I can touch my soul and shame.
I think I’ve
cried these tears before,
And told that story twice…
I start to feel this remembrance,
Like ‘snake-eyes’ on a dice.
My soul is falling
into a bottomless pit,
I can’t connect the past.
When will my aching stop,
And the happiness forever last?
His hands touch
mine,
They communicate soft and gentle love.
I feel as though we should be together,
I the hand, and he the glove.
I wish these
feelings were felt for only one,
Sadly they are meant for many.
Those who I love are so close to me.
These words are just a symbol, a shiny little penny.
By J.D. |