the walking story of locke voltaire adelio (chapter six: you)

the walking story of locke voltaire adelio (chapter six: you)

A Poem by kill the innocents

I can’t say I’d lost you,

Or lost in you,

Because you’re gone,

Lost,

But not with me or in me,

That’s the sad thing.

 

 

Dark,

Cold,

Alone,

That’s what I felt,

There’s no replacement of you,

As I dream everyday,

Pressing against your lips with mine.

 

 

Not that I want to see you everyday,

Not that I want to hear your voice everyday,

Not that I want you to live,

Or die after me, 

I just want to hold your hand forever,

Because holding you hand,

Making me realize,

That you’re always with me.

© 2011 kill the innocents


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"Because holding you hand,
Making me realize,'
That you’re always with me"
A beautiful poem of love and desire. I believe in holding hands with the people you love. It create a connection to show the world. You are not alone. I like the kind emotion and desire to hold on in the poem. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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"Because holding you hand,
Making me realize,'
That you’re always with me"
A beautiful poem of love and desire. I believe in holding hands with the people you love. It create a connection to show the world. You are not alone. I like the kind emotion and desire to hold on in the poem. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

f**k.
if sadness had a poetic definition, this would be one of the explainations.
I cant say im lost in you cuz your lost yourself? thats f*****g painful and beautiful all at the same damn time.
yer groovy, i dig it

Posted 13 Years Ago



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kill the innocents

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I'm not the most eloquent speaker, so I thought I would borrow a few words from Shakespeare. 'Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.' When life gets hard, when things change, true lov.. more..

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