When you were Near

What would I do for one of your smiles?
Stand on my head, fall on my arse.
What would I do for a glimpse of those eyes?
I’d seal my lids open, walk barefoot for miles.
What would I do for odd touch of your hand?
Skin my legs raw and rub them with sand.
Well, maybe not quite – yet perhaps it’s just right.
 Journeys0005
What did I do for the sound of your voice?
I tortured myself by hearing your words.
What did I do to see your sweet face?
Tore out my heart, though I fear I’d no choice,
for truly it’s yours. I’ve only a space
where one used to be, one used to race
when you were near.
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About phoenixmartin

C&G IT; BTEC Business Studies; BSc Hons Grad - Dipl Lit - published writer and poet working on play. Masters Ed
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