Fingertips from my left hand are dancing across my brow
Brushing my hair out of my eyes tracing the shape of my lips
Caressing my cheek, reminding me what it was like to hold you
To feel your hands on my own
To hug and be hugged back
To kiss and to be kissed by beautiful lips that smile when they meet with mine
To love and be loved, other than by my own reflection.
Brushing my hair out of my eyes tracing the shape of my lips
Caressing my cheek, reminding me what it was like to hold you
To feel your hands on my own
To hug and be hugged back
To kiss and to be kissed by beautiful lips that smile when they meet with mine
To love and be loved, other than by my own reflection.
© Copyright Tina Kay 2009
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1 comment:
Nice words ;-)x
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