Soul MateA Poem by Kat Collins
Deep blue mysterious pools,
Losing me in their depths. Floating, lost. Sandy, blonde, soft as spun silk, Sliding through my fingers. But those eyes, That strong, piercing gaze. Catches you like a deer frozen in headlights. Too difficult to pull away. Much easier to just give in, Lose myself And let him see my soul. © 2011 Kat CollinsAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 6, 2011 Last Updated on July 6, 2011 AuthorKat CollinsAllentown, PAAboutI'm a writer, freelance web designer, and voracious reader. I'm a collector of words, experiences, and emotions. I've been writing since I was "knee-high to a grasshopper" and feel lost without it. Wr.. more..Writing
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