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beautiful hands
The moment I danced with you
An exchanging of hello and hi
a chance to look into your eyes
Everlasting seconds of hand in hand
From there I knew
I had to be a man
Possibility rains free
Leaving me anxious
With someone so sweet as tea
Flowing beauty, striking me dead
Leaving me craving a taste of something
I couldn't help it you were in my head
An exchanging of hello and hi
a chance to look into your eyes
Everlasting seconds of hand in hand
From there I knew
I had to be a man
Possibility rains free
Leaving me anxious
With someone so sweet as tea
Flowing beauty, striking me dead
Leaving me craving a taste of something
I couldn't help it you were in my head
Published 23rd Dec 2014
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Anonymous
23rd Dec 2014 3:44pm
"Leaving me craving a taste of something"
love that line.
this is nice little vignette. a sweet, but possibly dangerous, moment. i like it.
love that line.
this is nice little vignette. a sweet, but possibly dangerous, moment. i like it.
23rd Dec 2014 3:51pm
23rd Dec 2014 4:13pm
"Flowing beauty, striking me dead." I hope that death isn't literal. And it's sad that this beauty's only in your head, if that's the case. And I hope you get some lovely hands to hold, the real thing. Beautiful poem.
23rd Dec 2014 5:38pm
24th Dec 2014 6:30am
24th Dec 2014 8:19pm
I'd have to say that's my favorite part about writing it. Thanks for the feedback
4th Jan 2015 00:55am
5th Jan 2015 1:10pm
