Written February 2000
When the time comes
That I would feel down
I just close my eyes
And think about you.
I'd see your face again
You're smiling back at me
And I'd feel your lips
Tender on my fingertips.
You wrap your arms around me
I feel the warmth of your body
Quickly melting the ague I feel
I could be fooled that everything's real.
YOU ARE READING
PARTS OF MYSELF
PoetryPoems written long ago, When internet was still boring, When the TV was broken, When I was still a virgin-- on the ways of the world mentally; physically; And words were my only friends.
