Which I really wasn'tA Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt(A brush against my arm that makes the hair on my neck stand at attention)
A trip down memory lane
Your eyes met mine today.
Did I look like I did last year or was there something missing yet completely undefinable behind my smile?
I think I have the answer to that mystery.
You see, I keep the girl you know below the surface just out of the scope of most investigators.
Of course, nobody is really looking for her
Not since the time I told you I was sufficating
Which I really wasn't.
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Added on July 17, 2011 Last Updated on July 17, 2011 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |