.lost like some forgotten dreams.A Poem by Britanie
its almost midnight
and i can't stop remembering that hotel room and the spilled wine waking up to your opened eyes and taking photos of the small of your back. i don't remember being inside of you i only remember wishing that i could be. © 2012 Britanie |
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Added on April 18, 2012 Last Updated on April 18, 2012 AuthorBritanieMAAbout"I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me. The two elements of passion are rapture and melancholy. It seems to me, I am that incarnate." Free-flow writin.. more..Writing
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