Touch

November 14, 2008
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I sit here on the floor, mascara runnning down my face.

A sound comes from the door, this seems like a never ending race.


He looks at me with a smile, my face all cold and wet.

I will never know his name, but his face I wont forget.


He grabs me by the hand and tells me it's alright,

and that I need to take abreak from this never ending fight.


From his lips I see him whisper, wipe the tears away,

you'll find the one who loves you, but unfortunately not today.


Eventually you'll find him, it'll be worth this fight.

But, I don't know what to say because with him this feels so right.


He slowly turns around and begins to walk away,

a tear falls from my cheek and my smile fades away





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