I thought about all the things I could've done
When you were so close to touch
You teased with your subtle shifts
I could've held you
Your body moulded against mine
Your lips tightly fitted next to mine
Your soft legs touching mine
To feel your hair that fell effortlessly
Against my cheek
I'm a coward.
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Poetry"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
