![]() The DifferenceA Poem by Kris TateIn my dream:
I see his eyes Fire through my sight I feel his hands Soft and light I taste his lips Sweet as candy I smell his cologne Strong and Manly I hear his breath Soft and silent
In my reality:
I see him A happy sight I feel my body Tense in fright I taste my lips Remember my dream I smell my fear All that I seem I hear my heart Beating loud © 2008 Kris Tate |
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