July 6, 2009
By , New York, NY
Half way across the world, at least it seems
Looking up at the stars hoping, somewhere, somehow, our eyes might meet.
Your back home and I'm all the way over hear.
I'm like an empty ship,
With nobody to steer
So now I look at my hands
Gently touch my lips
Remembering that one time we joined together . . .
And kissed

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iwantcoconow said...
Sept. 24, 2009 at 11:48 pm
really nice poem
SavannahSunshine replied...
Dec. 1, 2009 at 8:50 pm
thankyouuu :)
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