Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Day 3 - A Stolen Kiss

A Stolen Kiss
Jaquith, 2012

I miss your laughter
Your smile so free
I feel your sorrow
But the finger points at me

He sits here beside me
A friend I though I knew
He waits there in silence
His promise, untrue

A stolen kiss, a caress
A start of something new
No one needs to know
The privilege of a few

Her heart was open
A welcome easy prey
My heart is broken
Please stay with me today

Take me and break me
Till’ there’s nothing left to hold
No promise for the future
This lonely heart grows cold.

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