Senses Poem by Savannah Shostrom

Senses



Soullessly
lost in thought
Frozen hot touch
dark calm look
Sullen, Solitare
confided to yourself.

I stare
so longingly
I feel
so needy
for your lips
your eyes
a deep abyss
for one to lose
thyself.

I'm not one to beg
or plead
I talk
but not to
nor with
but away.

I think
and your rare
sweet smile
runs through.

Thy wrist lay cut
but closed
Scarred up with pain
and sadness.

Fake smiles
cover thy face
but hurt still floods
thy eyes.

For once
a little smile
thats real
creeps
across thy face.

But still
I cant talk
to the one
I feel for.

Depression sits
and stalks
waiting for the
vulnerable peak
to show
and make the tears
once again flow.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Warner 11 March 2012

Your a very independent person I'm taking it.Anyways, good job.

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