ME

I watch your lips moving,
trying to hear what they speak...
its just words,
words without meaning,
words without feeling.
I look into your eyes deeply,
they stare back at me, but they dont see me
they dont feel me,
they dont see me begging...
I hold your hand to my heart,
you think that you know,
 but you dont

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ahardwalk commented on ME

11-28-2010

This poem is very good!!! How you explain how you feel and how your searching within to find something anything that can make u feel as if the feeling you feel is mutual is excellent!!

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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