midnights
Joined: 04 Oct 2006
Posts: 135
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My makeshift "You"
My pillow lay silent, the lights all dim
I gently placed it where you face would have been
I use my fingers to draw your lips
Tracing your eyes and your cute nose's tip
I breathe deep the spot where you neck would have been
Where I would have found your perfumed skin
I close my eyes and gather the sheets
A poor excuse for your body's heat.
Me and my make shift "you" in bed
Me wishing it were you instead.
*** I dedicate this poem to all the molested pillows and to the lonely lovers who soiled them. hehehe _________________ life is... so BE!
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