I will trade
My soul
For your kiss
My eyes
For your smiles
My breath
For your whispers
My skin
For your touch
My hands
For your embrace
My feet
For your presence
And if that's still not enough
I will give up my life
Just to see you through
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
