BurnA Poem by Angela Proctor
The burn of your kiss still haunts my lips,your voice still echos when i close them in silence,your touch still sits in my body i feel your presence i feel your hate for me your soul lives in me even though i no longer speak of you there shall be no other who lives within my soul like you i wish death on your spirit every day yet dream of your touch every night your my release my only outlet come back to me come back so i can curse you hate you and feel the burn of your touch
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Added on July 23, 2015 Last Updated on July 23, 2015 AuthorAngela Proctorglens falls , NYAboutI am a 34 year old mom looking to get my work out to the world more..Writing
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