Hunger pangs

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    Hunger pangs

    I see you every day,
    And my hope sores,
    Then crashes,
    Flaming with pain and desire.

    You look me in the eye,
    but you see nothing,
    nothing of my pain,
    my love.
    Do you see me at all?

    Sometimes i wonder,
    how would it feel to lie with you?
    I don't know what to do.
    I can't deprive myself forever.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    charmed’s Poems (5)

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