I'm in your arms but i'm thinking of her. Whatever this was has left my heart and I don't even care. You kiss me, tell me you need me but it's not your skin I crave. We lie here naked, but in her memory I bathe.
In your arms
When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
I'm in your arms but i'm thinking of her. Whatever this was has left my heart and I don't even care. You kiss me, tell me you need me but it's not your skin I crave. We lie here naked, but in her memory I bathe.
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Smith Shine Poetry
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I love it! Life.
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I always love your poems
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Thank you, i’m really touched they do.
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Wow! Broke my heart 💔 Powerful!
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Powerful expression of wide-in-time moment expressed in a momentary experience.
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Hi this is deep. But is it about infidelity? 🙂
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Thanks for taking the time to read. It’s not about infidelity but about a guy who is realizing a fling is leading nowhere and he has another girl on his mind.
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Oh it’s a very strong realization.
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Wicked!
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