Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on February 20, 2012 0 Comments


A trickle of water
For thirsty eyes to sip
I miss the taste of your dew
Crumbs of sweet cakes
For hungry lips
I ache for a kiss from you
You smile and laugh
And without a single clue
You miss the way
That I hunger for you


© 2012

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Who am I? I am learning that myself. I am a simple girl with visions and dreams ready to be explored. I am a lost artist, ready to paint on my canvas again. "I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some com

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