Pressure

June 8, 2009
By miranda couch BRONZE, Cincinnati, Ohio
miranda couch BRONZE, Cincinnati, Ohio
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Pressure
Your weight pushes down on me
like a constant pressure.
The movie starts.
I love you
and need you.
When we are alone in our sanctuary
I feel like a true person.
Like the others aren't even there.
I don't have to worry about
Him or them or
anyone else.
When you look at me, give me your big smile,
and then I start to feel the pressure again.
I listen to your
words
I smell your
cologne
I feel your
warmth
and the movie ends.


The author's comments:
This poem was written about someone I care about deeply.

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