When intimacy is fakeA Poem by SleeplessVolcanoI miss her so much I told my love guru He looked at me, blankly Then looked away, and said You cannot really miss What you never truly had Maybe you tasted the salty spray Of a wave blown in the wind Without really swimming in the sea. Put on your hiking boots Sell your boat And put some distance Between you and the sea Because that churning wind is coming, again. © 2017 SleeplessVolcanoReviews
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Added on March 6, 2017Last Updated on March 6, 2017 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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