My Love Has Given Up.A Poem by where will my free hands take me.my past girlfriend was my first love, and I miss her.I miss the way her fragile skin touched mine, the way she use to look at me while slowly sliding hair out of my face her eyes filled with love, The way her laugh fills up a room, the way she inhales her smoke and exhales it while looking at me sexually. her eyes I could read for days on end, they were like a story book I couldn't stop looking at, I could love her forever, but its a different story for her. © 2014 where will my free hands take me.Author's Note
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StatsAuthorwhere will my free hands take me.AboutI'm Courtney writing is my love, but so are The Beatles I'm only 14 years of age, and I want to become a writer. I'm Canadian and I welcome everyone! :) more..Writing
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