Agony, Not Ecstasy

poem by: Evelyn/Eve Jones-Hall
Written on Apr 24, 2016 

A day has gone
A week has passed
A month will soon be over.
I can't wait too much longer.
I am getting weak at the knees
My heart is missing your love
My body is missing your touches
My lips are missing your kisses
My ego is missing your compliments
My conscience is tearing me to pieces,
So I need to ask you something,
I need to ask you for...
Forgiveness.

(c) 2005 cagedbird

 

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