Our Joy The fading ambers sooth away the paralysis of your touch forcing me to wonder how you've allowed yourself so much hate and with time to know that your hate wasn't hate at all but the undying desire to touch her body like it were your own to caress each subtle curve with the tender touch of hopefulness that would allow you to set me free behind jaded memories that were not your own you've destroyed any hope to know her splendor to feel her calm serenity wrapped around your emotional cortex that you've neglected for so long and how you wish you could remember your heart beat and what it meant such a short time ago the way she gave you that rush that comfort she felt like home to you she was a godly gift sent form the heavens but here I stand with arms outstretched wondering if this is the way it'll always be a platonic victim that over time becomes a primal urge to you the one who couldn't remember my name or what it meant the first time out gaze looked to the stars together we felt empty but grew to one another like a tree planting roots we fed off of each others misery and eventually it became our joy

Our Joy © 2000 by Amanda Simmons
Detroit Michigan
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