passive passion of a smileA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittYour fingertips on my palm Eyes on my sin Passive passion of the smile You gave when the world changed. It changed in a thunder boom second Which we never saw coming. I was there for you Ready to call you out You confirmed my intuition And I hated you for it Because you are making me wait For you to be ready for me. I am still here. Defying logical thought Holding ground and falling out of line With others who share what I want I am different than them Honest and filled with destiny. Sone above was kind enough To show you that you are not wrong. When you call silently out into the night For a nameless face known as true love The face you saw when your fingertips Found the palm of my hand The moment you started feeling true love. © 2012 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Added on June 14, 2012 Last Updated on June 14, 2012 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 |