Monthly Archives: August 2015

First And Last

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First glance

First touch

First Kiss

Didn’t know where it would go.

Last kiss

Last touch

Last glance

Glad I didn’t know.

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Haunted

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Always,

The girl with ghosts in her eyes.

Haunted.

Certain words are spoken

And her gaze is broken.

She is gone.

Triggers deep inside tripped by

A sentiment.

Shame ensues.

A song

And her heart is racing.

A car backfires

And

The longing,

The ache for safety carries her away

Into the

Other side

Where no one can reach her.

Choking as she tries to speak,

Tendrils from her gut

Pulling her breath back inside.

Back to hide.

No,

Mere

Words will not do

For they cannot be found.