DesireeA Poem by Becca
Allow me to pick your brain,
To wade through your words. To sponge away the pain. I'd like to thank you for loving me, Only in not so many words., Only in no words at all. I feel you breath me. Understand the words I don't say. How are we familiar when only your thoughts become words? Why aren't you afraid like I am?
© 2012 Becca |
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Added on October 11, 2012 Last Updated on October 12, 2012 Author
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