RememberA Poem by kara_marissa
I look at him. He's reading his book.
His non-stopping, stunning eyes scurrying across the printed paper. My soul holds onto the idea that he surveys my morning hair in this way. His lips purse. I paint them in my mind, but pressed atop of mine, rather. He looks at me briefly and my heart suddenly stops as I allow him to study every aspect of my imagination in a blinks time does not exist. © 2013 kara_marissaAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 24, 2013 Last Updated on January 24, 2013 Tags: Time, lips, books, paint, eyes, kara Marissa Olguin, diary of an almost lover, blogspot, poetry, prose Authorkara_marissaAlbuquerque, NMAboutI dabble in daydreaming and poetry. Please check out my blog for more of my writing! The Diary Of An Almost Lover- www.karamarissa.blogspot.com Follow me on Twitter! @karababeh more..Writing
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