2008/11 Alice The Abducted Poem by Kiracakes09 ...

I don't feel ur gentleness
I see it
It travels through ur veins and pumps ur blood
Truth spills from ur heart
It explains why im floating, drifting away
Away to different countries where romance is practiced
Not forgotten or artificial
Not copied and pasted, not purchased
Passion can't be impersonated
Honesty can't be delayed
I slip into foreign imaginations
Where our laughs sound funny but we don't care
Charm is meaningless, has no advantage over the mind
And every time is a first date
Cuz our lips still don't separate

(11-10-08) 2 a.m.