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It Matters Little
it matters little
whether you are here beside me
or a thousand miles away
I can't get enough of you;
I know this in my heart
like thirst, my wanting you
leaves my beating heart desert dry
craving your presence-
here....
now...
and yet
because I know i am powerless to resist
the return of a thirst temporarily quenched,
I know too then
that I can never get enough of you
so, my love, it matters little
whether you are here
or a thousand miles away
below a roof in croc city...
your warm body, getting warmer
with every heartbeat
beneath soft blankets,
cuddling pillows
instead of me...
it matters little
it matters little...
whether you are here beside me
or a thousand miles away
I can't get enough of you;
I know this in my heart
like thirst, my wanting you
leaves my beating heart desert dry
craving your presence-
here....
now...
and yet
because I know i am powerless to resist
the return of a thirst temporarily quenched,
I know too then
that I can never get enough of you
so, my love, it matters little
whether you are here
or a thousand miles away
below a roof in croc city...
your warm body, getting warmer
with every heartbeat
beneath soft blankets,
cuddling pillows
instead of me...
it matters little
it matters little...
Published 19th Dec 2017
| Edited 20th Dec 2017
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The author encourages honest critique.
Arrrrgh!
"atleast"
Right at the end too.
That aside, I almost wanted this to end on "it matters little..." before "though to be honest", because I feel you say so much more without specifics.
It's a beautifully heartfelt poem from the depths of longing, and close the separation between the illusion of distance.
Well done.
"atleast"
Right at the end too.
That aside, I almost wanted this to end on "it matters little..." before "though to be honest", because I feel you say so much more without specifics.
It's a beautifully heartfelt poem from the depths of longing, and close the separation between the illusion of distance.
Well done.
20th Dec 2017 9:20am
honest criticism, finally!
you know what my dear?
I love it!
('arrrgh!' 😂
that's what you get for reading me!)
thank you
you know what my dear?
I love it!
('arrrgh!' 😂
that's what you get for reading me!)
thank you
Anonymous
19th Dec 2017 1:54pm
Well done indeed. [thumbsup]
20th Dec 2017 9:29am
