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Real Again
I sit here
Crying
As my eyes roam your picture
Wishing your arms were those that hold me
Wishing your body was that which I rest against
Wishing your lips were those that touched mine
My life has turned into a game of pretend
And I wonder when it will become real again
Crying
As my eyes roam your picture
Wishing your arms were those that hold me
Wishing your body was that which I rest against
Wishing your lips were those that touched mine
My life has turned into a game of pretend
And I wonder when it will become real again
Published 12th Feb 2010
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12th Feb 2010 9:24am
...real pain in your words with a simplicity that is tender and endearing. I'd like to see more of your poems.
12th Feb 2010 6:29pm