Monday, January 14, 2013

sherrie, the timid one

speak for me...when I am so enamored by your presence that I cannot speak...
touch me ...when nothing but your touch could  ease my pain
give to me...that which I desire more than death
...my breath is more fleeting that the thought of you...
recognize me...when all you can see is the mask
of denial....
my trial in the absense of you...
true to my part
my heart breaks...
..and I am still unspoken...

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