Her

by David ODonnell   Feb 11, 2009


Her eyes they see, they look through me
Her touch she feels but feels not for me
Her mind she thinks no thoughts of me
Her pain she hides is cause of me

Her lips are kissed but not from me
Her hand is held while mine is free
Her dreams are full while mine empty
Her life, unique and mine debris

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