Stolen Moments

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Stolen Moments

A passing touch exciting me
A kiss in the dark when no one can see
A hug disguised as 'platonic' intimacy
All stolen moments between you and me

Stolen they are because you see
Not one of them belong to me
It seems i'm just your fantasy
Until you get back to your reality

You belong to her, such is my tragedy
You'd come to me when you are needy
I do not turn you away, though obviously
You will never leave her to be with me

Breakaway and set myself free
For I no longer want to be your fantasy
Though at times I may seem happy
These stolen moments are killing me.

Ayesha M.

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FreeBird02 commented on Stolen Moments

04-04-2010

I used to think the same way when I was married to my ex-wife. My longing for her was just fantasy, she did not need me for the way she continuously kept playing the field. Is it not sad when one realizes their heart will not stop bleeding until after they have said goodbye? FreeBird 02

geeshie1

04/06/2010

Realisation, although sometimes late, always comes about. Although saying goodbye is the hardest thing most times it acts as that final stance where you no longer settle for second class.

FreeBird02

04/06/2010

Strong reply! It was really sad to say I would have accepted second second class over no class. That was a few years ago, but it so internally hurts me so. I guess I had to much puppy love. FreeBird 02

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Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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