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Title: Other words

by V from London | in writing, poetry

Her skin-
Her eyes
Marbled green and gold
Searching
Her voice
Nightingale, a gentle midnight song
Her smile
A drop of golden joy onto my battered heart
Her voice
Oh! Such sweet music to my ears
My feeling, my aches, my mindless longings
Cannot be worded
My heart will not stop its incessant pounding
When you come near
My thoughts cannot rein in their explosive rampages
When your skin touches mine
Me, emotions, confusion, in turmoil
There are no other words
In Love?

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I had a dream and in this dream was a poem. Credits: The man in my dream

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