Losing My Mind//Love
I’m losing my mind
I’m losing my mind without you here
I want you near
Me.
Next to me
In my arms
Holding me
Kissing me
Wanting me
Like I know you do.
I want your intimate touch
I want your gentlest whisper
Come and save me
Come and save me
Please come to me soon.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| It Hurts. | 0 | 04/13/2011 |
| Losing My Mind//Love | 0 | 02/16/2011 |
| Sensual | 1 | 02/06/2011 |
| What? | 0 | 01/23/2011 |
| Love. | 3 | 01/09/2011 |
| Line-By-Line Rant | 2 | 12/16/2010 |
| No. | 3 | 12/03/2010 |
| Untitled 2 | 1 | 12/03/2010 |
| Journies | 0 | 12/01/2010 |
| God's Mistake | 5 | 12/01/2010 |
| Untitled 1 | 0 | 12/01/2010 |
| Painter | 0 | 12/01/2010 |
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