Whisperings

A Poem by Benjamin Seymour

Kiss me like you never have before,

As I don't care what they say.

Give me that look you save for a darkened room.

Hold me like you'll never let me go,

As we fall inside my room.

Remind me of the times we used to say,

We can't let this happen to us.

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Added on March 29, 2008

"All your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse" Writing is just talking with a pen. And I talk too much anyway. more..

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