Romanced at the movies - I enjoyed her sweet caresses.
Painted our faces with flour in the kitchen, as we sang and danced like silly bugs.
Wore you on my arm - proudly - at family gatherings. I wore my pride in knowing I had the smartest of them all.
We hid in the last booth - a little bubble of our own, and chewed our pasta over histories and more.
Her hand would steal gentle touches.
Her eyes would seek out little smiles.
She made even a grocery store a romantic place to be.
Her words wrote little kisses on my mind.
For I knew, my soul was met.
For I knew, my heart's content.
And when I look around, I know. That just like you, our love wasn't tangible.
You're just a ghost in my memories.
--- Ink and Wander
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Poetry - inking my soul (1)
PoetryI am trying my hand at original poetry, because sometimes the heart and soul demand to speak even when you refuse to. This is my first collection - and it consists of 20 poems. I have written more than 20 which should have been part of this collecti...
