Strip me of my soul.
Without you, I was never
Utterly whole.
Always longed for more.
Feelings hitting rocks
Of a sharp edged shore.
The sand cut deep.
Your smile still left me,
Incomplete.
Still I burn hearing
My name on your lips,
Fearing
A heart swollen
With sweet troubled fires
Might be stolen
Might be kept
Don't know what to do,
I feel trapped.
-Ann
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Slow Dancing (Poetry)
RandomSlow dancing makes me see, What I want to express through poetry. - Ann ------------------ This is my poetry collection in which I show you some of my poems. Some are also included in my novels, others aren't. Feel free to explore this creative spa...
