Are you what I want the most,
or am I hunting my own ghost?
Is it love that brings me here,
what is the sound of a single tear?
A touch, a kiss, what does it mean?
In my mind it feels good, this scene
of company, closeness, loosing all.
But in the end it's my own fall.
Am I collecting much more debt?
Is this what you call neglect?
You are hiding from the truth,
using the benefits of your youth.
And yet you question their own game.
It's yourself that one should blame.
For being naive, hopeful, dumb and young,
expecting love to blossom out of fun.
-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...
