A poem for Kyle.

by Autumn   May 8, 2007


If you could only listen
to my touch,
my tear.
Look inside,
and find my fear.
Hiding, Hiding.
No way out.
You have no clue what this is about.
Deep down
I stay out of reach.
So I cant hear you speak.
I hear you words,
With out hearing.
I see your eyes,
with out looking.
I can feel your skin,
with out touching.
You have my heart,
with out knowing.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Ciandestine

    That's a great poem. Guess what's weird. My name is Autumn, and my loves name is Kyle. I was confused for a moment when I stumbled on the poem and saw my name, I thought I had inadvertantly written a poem lol

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