Slippin'

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Pécheur, Mar 17, 2009.

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  1. Pécheur

    Pécheur Account Closed

    The wind it blows,
    Whistling through the trees,
    Can feel you so close,
    Between the sheets.

    This aint comin’ to me,
    I’m struggling to think,
    You’re all that’s on my mind,
    My heart sinks.

    You’re hand slips from mine,
    You just don’t feel it no more,
    You said you’d be there,
    I though you weren’t lyin’.
     
  2. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    Great poem hun :hug:
     
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